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TRISH SETTERS— Registered young stock. From 
- 1 finest bred dogs in America. Correspondence so- 
licited. Pedigrees furnished. 

M. W. Baden, Winfield, Kan. 

17 OR SALE — Fox Terriers, prize winners; thoroughbred 

puppy sale; catalogue. 

Belvidere Kennels, Atlanta, Ga. 

p UPPIES, all ages, by and out of the good hunting, 
pointing kind. Printed matter; stamp. 

Scorcher Pointer Kennels, Logansport, Ind. 


RAINED Coon Fox and Rabbit Hounds. 

Comrade Kennels, Bucyrus, Ohio. 

RLOODHOUNDS, Foxhounds, Norwegian Bearhounds, 
Irish Wolfhounds. Registered. Four-cent stamp 
for catalogue. Rookwood Kennels, Lexington, Ky. 

p OINTER PUPPIES FOR SALE. Fine breeding; 
eligible; parents good hunters. Correspondence so- 
licited. Leland & Newcomb, Montpelier, Vt. 


18 months old. Well broken. Good retriever. 
$50 cash, or offers. 

Robert Graham, Greeley, Colo. 

TWO ENGLISH BULL DOGS, males, 4 months old; 
eligible, cheap. 'BEAGLES, any age or size de- 
sired. "Debonair/' Gloversville, N. Y. 

P. &s. 


Breeders of English 
Setters. A postal brings 
you printed lists of shootr 
ing dogs, brood bitches 
fH and puppies, for sale 
H at all times. The lin- 
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ter, "Ijingfield Bragg" at stud. He is a Field Trial Winner 
and also a l'hirty-six Times Bench Winner. Send for handsome 
Illustrated Souvenir booklet of this great dog. 

R. S. Barrett, 916-A., State Life Bldg., Indianapolis, lud. 

*•** to the development of the high-grade dog than 
proper feeding. More thought and experiment has been 
given to the manufacture of Young's Improved Dog 
Biscuit than to any other form of canine food. They 
are made oblong and are convenient to carry in the 
pocket. Improved Puppy Biscuit is round in shape, just 
suited to the mouth of the puppy. Its use tightens the 
teeth, makes them white and clean, and the jaws strong. 
Both Dog and Puppy Biscuits are packed in barrels, 
bags, 100 and 50-pound boxes and 1 -pound packages; 5 
dozen in a case. We refer, by permission, to Wm. B. 
Emery, Secretary of the New England Kennel Club, 
Boston, Massachusetts. A free sample will be sent on 
request. Young's Biscuit Co., 

89-91 Fulton St., Boston, Mass. 


WATER SPANIELS— We have a few finely bred solid 
brown puppies for sale, six months' old, strong 
and healthy. Males, $15; Females, $10; f.o.b. Boston. 
Broad Valley Farm, Woburn, Mass. 

T CAN PROBABLY PLACE an Irish setter or two. 

No trash; and price must be right. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., New York. Information Bureau. 


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Dog Diseases 


Mailed Free to any address by the author 

H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1278 Broadway, N. Y. 


THE World's Best in Buff Orpingtons, Game Fighting 
Fowls and Dancing Ducks. 

Prof. A. F. Graham, Cameron, N. C. 

"piSHEL'S White Plymouth Rocks are the most beauti- 
ful and profitable of all fowls, and are conceded the 
"Best in the World." Send three two-cent stamps for 
48-page catalogue. The finest poultry catalogue ever 
issued. Poultry, Ponies, Pigeons and Dogs. 

U. *R. Fishel, Box 98, Hope, Ind. 



There is money in squabs ; our new book 
"Squab Culture," sent free, reveals 
secrets never told before. We make a 
specialty of starting breeders in the right way, with strictly 
mated birds, ready to breed at once. Our birds are care- 
fullv mated and banded and you positively take no chances of 
getting odd cocks when buying irom us. We are 
the originators of the certificate system and give 
a guarantee certificate of mating of every pair, 
when requested. We have bred Homers for 15 
years, and own the finest collection in this coun- 
try. Send for our free book and get posted. 
EASTERN SQUAB CO., 34 Hawley St., Boston. 

ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We 
have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates 
in America. Our plant is the largest and best 
1 y in the world. During the past year we sold 
more Homers than all other pigeon breeders 
and importers in America combined. There is 
a reason for this; look around before buying. 
We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every 
detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, 
"How to Make Money with Squabs." Visitors welcome 
at our plant and Boston office. Address, 

Plymouth Rock Squab Co., 
402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. 

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1C CAME. Hunting- on the Head Waters of the 
Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to 
furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 
1905. Moose, caribou, Stone's sheep, goat, black, brown 
and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles 
of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September 1st. 
References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. 
Reese. J. Frank Callbredth, Telegraph Creek, B. C. 

Via Wrangle, Alaska. 

CPORTSMEN — Any one wanting good sport will do 
^ well to communicate with me, as I live in a good 
game country, good trout fishing, bears, moose, ducks and 
all kinds of small game. Moose caller and guide. 

Thos. H. Davis, 
Upper Clyde, Shelburne Co., N. S. 


ANOEING AND HUNTING on the Stickine River. 
I am prepared to give any information required, 
and engage reliable Indians and canoes for the trip. 
Write for full particulars. References: Merchants of 
Telegraph Creek, B. C. ; Hudson Bay Co., Victoria, 
B. C; Seattle Hardware Co., Seattle, Wash. 

Fred W. Carlyou, Wrangle, Alaska. 


QUR work in Taxidermy has a world-wide reputation. 
If you like to have your trophies mounted true to 
nature, ship them to Prof. Gus Stainsky, 

Colorado Springs, Col. 

"DUFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- 
*-* ed; also made into showy hall racks; flint-lock 
pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo 
blankets: elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. Il- 
lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carter, Elkhorn, Wis. 

COR SALE: 270 pair select deer and other horns. 
All mounted; mostly curiosities from 8 to 17 points. 
Otto J. Muelder, New Berlin, 

Guadalupe Co., Tex. 

CKINS FOR MOUNTING. Those desiring whole skins 
*^ of animals in good condition for mounting, should 
correspond with me. 

Moose, Elk, Caribou, White Sheep, Rocky Mountain 
Sheep, Beaver, Bear and other North American animals, 
can be furnished at short notice. 

Frank Ford, Information Bureau Recreation, 

23 West 24th Street, New York City. 

pOR SALE: Mullin's Metal Get There Duck Boat. 
Good as new. Price, $10. 

Box 175, Mountville, Pa. 

CPECIAL STEEL LAUNCHES, 16 feet; speed 7 miles; 
^ complete with steering wheel, trimmings, etc. Special 
price, $125. Aluminum Canoes, 16 feet, weight 30 lbs., 
$100. F. W. Moore, 765 Broadway, Albany, N. Y. 

"^ at $40. I offer one that was new last year, and is 
in perfect condition, for $15 f.o.b. Camden, N. J. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., New York. Information Bureau. 

QNE OF Recreation's SUBSCRIBERS requires a 
^ steam launch, 40 ft. to 60 ft. over all. Must be in 
good, serviceable condition, and a bargain. 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

23 West 24th Street, New York. 

T AM ABLE TO OFFER a twin screw, cabin launch, 
27 ft. 6 in. over all, with cabin and two 4-hp. gaso- 
lene engines in good condition. Price, $500. 

The owner of this launch is willing to dispose of it 
at a sacrifice, owing to ill health. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., New York. Information Bureau. 



Photo and Viewing Co. 

Copying and Enlarging a Specialty, Crayon. Sepia, 
Water Colors and Pastel. All Kinds of Framing 
Neatly Done. Large Assortment of California Views. 
Amateur Finishing, Flash-lights of Parties, Interiors, etc. 

R. D. JEWETT, 1260 Cahuenga Street, Los Angeles, Cal. 


P OR SALE: New Colt's Bisley Revolver, blued. 
Barrel, 7 l /t inches, 38 Winchester caliber, belt and 
holster, $12.50. W. J. Lester, Capac, Mich. 

pOR SALE — Ithaca, 16 ga., new featherweight model, 
smokeless shells. For particulars, write 

J. P. Allen, Jr., Greencastle, Ind. 



ANTED: Fishermen, Japanese Fish bait (paste). 
Something new. Attracts fish yards around. Makes 
anyone a good fisherman. Box sufficient for hundreds. 
Price, 25 cents (silver) ; $2 dozen. Season now on. 
The Toba Co., Room 6, Sterne Bldg., 

Houston, Tex. 

P)UCK BY THE THOUSAND! There are just three 
things that will attract wild fowl to your preserve. 
They are: (1) Seclusion; (2) Wild rice; (3) Wild 

The seclusion you would have to arrange for yourself; 
but I can supply any quantity of WILD RICE and 
WILD CELERY seed next fall if you give me ample 

No doubt you know how difficult it is to grow wild 
rice or wild celery; but I can turn the trick. 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

23 West 24th Street, New York. 



WO HUNDRED ACRES of land, with several cot- 
tages thereon, within one and a half miles of the 
new automobile speedway at Barnegat Bay, N. J. 
For terms, write to 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

23 West 24th Street, New York. 

■ — - — . , — — 9 — 

A SHARE in a Family and Hunting Club in the 
■**- wildest parts of Pike County, Pa., and Sullivan 
County, N. Y., is offered at one-third its par value. 

The preserve is about one hundred miles from New 
York City; consists of 45,000 acres, and is 1,200 feet 
above sea level. The clubhouse is everything that it 
should be, and the three lakes on the preserve are heavily 
stocked with bass. 

I wish the publisher could spare me the space to dwell 
on the attractions this place would have for any sports- 
man of means and refinement, but it cannot be. 

However, if you are thinking of joining such a club, 
take the matter up with me by mail, or, better still, let's 
arrange a meeting. 

. Frank Ford, I 

Recreation, Information Bureau. 

23 West 24th Street, New York. 


■yy ILD DUCKS of all species for sale at very low 
prices, also European White Swans, $40 per pair. 
Indian Crown Pigeons, $50 per pair. All kinds of pet 
animals for the lawn, pond or house. 

William Bartels, 
Wild Animal Dealer, 160 Greenwich St., --New.. York. 

When corresponding with advertisers please mention "Recreation" 

Around Our Camp Fire 

You're Always Welcome — Some Cheerful Letters 
— That Box of Cigars — Quick Work for the Buffalo 

The July Number 

We believe that this is the best number of 
Recreation we have yet printed. What do 
you think about it? We believe it ap- 
proaches closer to our ideal of a family maga- 
zine for sportsmen than we have yet attained. 
To some extent, we were feeling our way 
for the last three or four issues, trying 
to get nearer to our readers on these topics. 

Now, we have started 
the gait and mean to 
keep it up. This number 
by no means represents 
our ideal of what the 
magazine should be. It 
is better than the others, 
that's all. It is rather 
hard to keep from be- 
ing "nicey nice" in our 
pages, especially when 
we read the splendid let- 
ters which have deluged 
us during the past three 

After all, in New York 
we are rather far from 
Nature. Although our 
office is not perched up 
on the nineteenth floor} 
of the Flat Iron Build- 
ing, like Frank Mun-. 
sey's, or overlooking with quiet dignity the 
historic confines of Union Square, as* does the 
Century and Everybody's, we are located just 
a stone's throw from the busiest centre of 
this, the busiest city in the world. True, we 
can see one dingy cottonwood tree from our 
window and the breezes that blow across the 
North River from New Jersey occasionally 
bring a shower that tells us that somewhere, 
not very far off, there is a green country. 

While it is hard for us to get to the coun- 
try, the country comes to us in many differ- 
ent ways. A boyish admirer of Mr. Beard 
recently sent him a big package of spruce 
gum. Frank Ford occasionally gets the skin 
of some unknown bird or animal for identi- 
fication. Last week an enthusiast sent the 
office three big trout. 

Then, the sportsmen of the country come 
in by twos and threes, bringing stories of 
the fields and waters and urging upon us 


kindly invitations to join them on favorite 
streams and handy camps. 

We get a tremendous mail, and it is grow- 
ing every day. Our publisher opens it all so 
that the head man of the office reads your 
letter, no matter what the subject is. That 
is one way in which we are cultivating an 
intimacy with our- people. If you are in New 
York, or if you ever come here, take this as 
a lasting invitation to drop in and smoke a 
pipe with us. Don't for- 
get to write us and sug- 
gest improvements in the 
magazine. You might 
win that box of fine Ha- 
vana cigars we promised 
to give for the best let- 
ter of the kind last 
month. One box will 
have been awarded be- 
fore you read this, and 
the cigar-winning letter 
will be published in the 
September number. The 
offer is still open, and 
another box will be 
awarded for the best let- 
ter which reaches us on 
or before August first. 

Some staid, old; city 
people think that "Rec- 
reation's subscribers all 
ccme from the wild and woolly parts of the 
country. While it is true that Recreation 
reaches the lonely cabins in the far-distant 
mountains, the ranch house and the back- 
woodsman's home, it also finds a place on the 
library tables of many city homes. Every- 
one born on the American continent his 
sportsman's blood in his veins. The dignified 
jurist, the world-famous author, the big 
politician, the artist or the clergyman who 
may be your next-door neighbor, will fre- 
quently surprise you with stories of success 
in the game fields. 

Quick Work for the Buffalo 

On June 7th we heard that Miller Bros., 
the proprietors of the big 101 Ranch at Bliss, 
Oklahoma, were going to kill a number of 
buffalo on June nth in an event described as 
the "last buffalo hunt to be held in the United 

On the same day Mr. Beard telegraphed 
Miller Bros, as follows : 

"How many and zvhat kind of buf- 
falo arc to be killed at the ride June 
nth? Recreation's interest is for 
preservation, not destruction. Wire an- 

Miller Bros, answered on the same day, 
saying : 

"Our entire herd of buffalo will be 
used in the hunt. Probably less than • 
thirty-five will be killed." 

The astonishing statement that "less than 
thirty-five will be killed"' started Mr. Beard 
on the war path ; and the wires began to get 

To Miller Bros. Mr. Beard telegraphed: 

"In behalf of Amer- 
ican sportsmen zve pro- 
test against the de- 
struction of buffalo at 
your coming exhibi- 
tion, and we believe 
that American people 
endorse the protest." 

"The presence of Government troops 
at [Indian celebration, Bliss, Okla., June 
eleventh, would indicate federal acqui- 
escence in slaughter of thirty-five buf- 
falo scheduled to take place that date. 
Are you „ willing that the' people so un- 
derstand it?" 

Mr. Beard's secretary then telephoned the 
President of the Society for the Prevention 
of cruelty to Animals and told him the story. 

The New York newspapers were also called 
up and given particulars of the threatened 

The next morning, June 9th, the following 
dispatch, dated at Bliss, Oklahoma, time 2.25 
a. m., signed Miller Bros., awaited Mr. 
Beard's arrival at the office: 

'Only enough 


The presence of five 
thousand Indians being 
advertised at the exhibi- 
tion, Mr. Beard thought 
it proper that the Secre- 
tary of the Interior 
should know something 
about the matter. The 
Secretary received the 
following telegram : 

"In Indian celebra- 
tion sanctioned by you, 
Bliss., Okla., Miller 
Bros, telegraph us thirty-five buffalo are 
to be killed to satisfy desire for sensa- 
tionalism. In behalf of the sportsmen of 
America zve protest against destruction 
one of fezv remnants bison now nearing 
extinction. Is it possible, that the Gov- 
ernment at an exhibition held under its 
auspices can or will permit this disgrace- 
ful and un-American brutality?" 

The Governor of Oklahoma received the 
following by rush wire : 

"Miller Bros, telegraphed us thirty- 
five buffalo arc to be killed, Bliss, June 
eleventh. Do not allow this blot upon 
the fair name of your commonwealth. 
Pitiful remnants of the bison should be 
preserved and not annihilated." 

The press agent of the affair had adver- 
tised the fact that two troops of cavalry and 
a regiment of infantry were to be on hand 
to assist in the slaughter. 

Accordingly, Secretary Taft, of the War 
Department, had the following dispatch from 
Mr. Beard: 

An uncompromising fight for 
the protection, preservation and 
propagation of all game; placing 
a sane limit on the bag that can 
be taken in a day or season; the 
prevention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, except 
in limited quantities, and then 
only when accompanied by the 
party who killed it; the prohi- 
bition of the sale of game. These 
are Recreation V slogans now 
and forever. 

buffalo to be killed 
June nth to provide 
barbecue for members 
editorial association. 
No females slaughtered. 
None more interested 
in preservation of buf- 
falo than ourselves. 
We expect to establish 
and maintain largest 
herd in world. We ap- 
preciate interest taken 
by you." 

Mr. Beard dispatched 
the following reply to 
Miller Bros.: 

''Why kill any buf- 
falo? Editors would 
be glad to eat barbe- 
cued steer. American 
sentiment discounte- 
nances slaughter of 
even one bison." 
Answers to all Mr. Beard's telegrams ar- 
rived in due season, from the War and In- 
terior Departments, the newspapers printed 
columns of sharp criticism, and the storm 
evidently reached Bliss, Okla., for Miller 
Bros, killed but one buffalo, and that was an 
old bull, the carcass of which was fed to an 
association of editors. The editors have not 
yet been heard from. 

You Ought to Have a Copy 

The Premium Catalog, recently issued by 
the Circulation Department, seems to have 
made a tremendous hit. The circulation 
man, Mr. Duncan, surprised us all at the 
wonderful collection of premiums gathered 
by him for our Circulation Builders. 

Literally, there are hundreds of useful 
things in this most varied collection, things 
that every sportsman not only needs but 
should have in his campaigns for pleasure. 
Mr. Duncan will send a copy to every sub- 
scriber who wishes one. 


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Number 1 


A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies 

Dan Beard, Editor 






Cover Design ..... 

Lours Aiken 

Buffalo Hunting Thirty-five Years Ago 


Capt. James W. Dixon 3 

To a Nightingale 

Marguerite Jauvriu 


Home of the Turkey Buzzard 


Carl E. Ackerman 


"Old Injun," Chief of the Coharie 

Illustrated by Roy Martell Mason 

John Jordan Douglass 


The Famous Coyote Hunt of Weld County (Colorado) . 


Charles Hansen 


The Flower .... 



Laurana W. Sheldon 


A Haul from the Herring Pond 



Edwyn Sandys 


The Great South Sea 



Grace Barton Allen 


How to Make a Camping Trip on $4 

Illustrated by Herbert Johnson 

a Week 

E. Sargent Irwin 


A Sylvan Service .... 


Leon Brumbaugh 


Cruising for Crocodile 

Illustrated by the Writer 


G. H. Clements 


To the Creek .... 


Alwin West 


The Shadow of the Witch-Crown . 



L. F. Brown 


The Beaver as a Builder 


Charles A. Bramble 


Migration of Curlew, Plover and Snipe 


Frank Ford 


Dan Beard and the Boys 



Photography ...... 


American Tenn 

is .... 


Editorial ....... 


American Arch 

ery .... 


The Hunting Dog 





Collegiate Athletics 


Guns and Ami 




The Referendur 

n .... 


The contents of this magazine are copyrighted and muSt not be reprinted without permission. 

WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York 

Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E. Annis 

Entered at the New York Post-office as Second Class Matte* 


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Lake Land 

In Northern Wisconsin and the Upper Penin- 



sula of Michigan, surrounded by dense forests of pine, 

hemlock, balsam and cedar, are hundreds of lakes and 

streams offering ideal camp locations^ This region has 

been appropriately named "Lake Land" and is well supplied 

with good hotels where rates are reasonable. Quickly and 

comfortably reached by the through trains of the 

Milwaukee and St. Paul 



bass, muskallunge, brook trout and other game fish are found in 
satisfying numbers— why not go there for your summer vaca- 
tion? Two weeks spent in this balsamic atmosphere 
means renewed energy and vigor to the overworked 
business man. Write to-day for Lake Lore, a seventy- 
page book written by Forrest Crissey, descrip- 
tive of these and other resorts reached via the 
"St. Paul Road." Enclose 6c for postage. 

General Passenger Agent 

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Drawn by Roy Martell Mason 



JULY, 1905 

No. i 




Captain Dixon is deeply interested in our movement for the preservation 
of the buffalo, and in giving us this description of conditions on the plains 
thirty-five years ago he hopes to assist in the work by calling attention to the 
important part the Bison played in the upbuilditfg of the Western frontier. 
Coming from a veteran of the old Bison trails the article cannot but be of 
lasting interest to our readers. — Editor. 

HE Kansas Pacific 
Railroad had been 
constructed only as 
far West as Fort 
Riley in 1867 an( ^ 
the great plains with 
their monotonous 
undulations known in 
Western parlance as 
"divides," stretched away for hundreds 
of miles North, West and South, un- 
relieved by any sign of civilization, 
save here and there a station of the 
overland stage route, or a military post 
or "fort." 

So numerous were buffaloes when 
I first struck the plains that hundreds 
of thousands of them were killed by In- 
dians, tourists and traders, many for 
their skins alone, and sometimes not 
even that excuse was made for their 
slaughter. Every traveling tourist who 
had the means must needs have his 
fling at the buffalo, and the only con- 
solation in the contemplation of their 
wanton butchery is that the buffalo 
sometimes had his fling at them. 

At this time the buffalo furnished the 
chief food of the five wild tribes of 
plains Indians, the Sioux or "Cut- 
throats, Cheyennes or Sacrificers, Kio- 
was or "Prairie tribe," Arapahoes or 
"Cutnoses," and Apaches, Lipans, or 
"poor band." The estimated number 
of buffaloes on the plains in 1868 was 

With the Indians the buffalo was the 
aboriginal occupant of the plains and 
the movements of the immense herds 
governed the location of the tribes. 
Before the settlement of the country by 
the whites, the buffalo roamed over the 
whole territory, from the Missouri river 
to the Rocky mountains and from the 
plains of Western Texas to the head- 
waters of the Missouri in the far North. 
Thirty-five years ago the buffalo was 
not found South of the Red river, or 
within two hundred miles of the Mis- 
souri at Kansas City. 

Like many wild animals the buffalo 
was migratory in his habits, his move- 
ments having been influenced by the 
seasons and by abundance or scarcity 


of pasturage. Herd after herd have 
been seen stretching over a distance of 
nearly a hundred miles, all moving in 
the same general direction. Early in 
the spring months they were found 
South of the Canadian river as far as 
the Red, because in that region the 
winters are short and the grass ap- 
pears early. The herds followed the 
pasturage as it appeared, toward the 
North, moving across the Cimmeron, 
the Arkansas, the Smoky Hill, the Re- 
publican and beyond the Platte. 

The buffalo displayed an instinctive 
sense of organization and discipline 
wonderful and amazing in animals. 
Like vast armies the herd was subdi- 
vided into what resembles corps, divis- 
ions, brigades, regiments and even 
companies, each having its commander 
or leader.* Distances were observed 

*Buffalo Jones and other authorities state that 
these small bunches are family groups and that the 
immediate relatives always herd together. 

and maintained when the great mass 
was moving. Each subdivision pre- 
served its relative position to the others, 
and, in case of sudden fright, moved in 
a compact mass. Each herd had its vi- 
dettes and these wary watchers gave 
the alarm of approaching danger. In 
approaching a herd, groups of four 
or five were first seen. When alarmed 
they galloped to the herd. The cause 
of alarm having been ascertained, the 
herd leader in advance, followed by the 
cows and calves, was off at full speed, 
the young bulls acting as rear guard 
and flankers. The cows and calves 
were always found in the center of the 
herd,' as a measure of safety. The 
calves were thus protected from wolves 
and other natural enemies. 

In the evening the herd set out for 
water. When moving for this purpose 
buffaloes were always seen in single 
file, following their leaders, traveling 
at a sort of ambling gait. Buffalo 



"trails" were often ten or twelve miles 
in length. Large numbers of buffalo 
passing- in this way over the same 
ground soon marked ont a well beaten 
track closely resembling a foot-path. 
These buffalo trails could be seen on 
the banks of streams and rivers running 
through the buffalo country converging 
from all directions, some faintly 
marked, others worn eight or ten inch- 
es deep. These trails always led to 
water. Many travelers on the plains 
have been saved from death by thirst 
by following a buffalo trail. 

The buffalo, like other animals, was 
horribly pestered and annoyed by fleas. 
To rid himself of these and also to cool 
his hot sides, he wallowed in the earth 
in a manner peculiar to himself. 
Kneeling first, and then placing one 
shoulder on the ground, he revolved by 
the use of his hind legs, thus making 
what was called a "buffalo wallow." 
Standing water was often found in these 
hollow places far into the dry season. 
Every young bull aspired to become the 

leader of a herd. The question of rank 
was invariably determined by tests of 
strength, and combats, fierce and furi- 
ous, were of frequent occurrence. 
Sometimes the death of one or both of 
the contestants resulted, but usually the 
vanquished bull took his place far in 
the rear ranks of the herd. If the vic- 
tor had previously been the leader, he 
retained his ascendency, but if he could 
not maintain his position he was sup- 
planted by his antagonist, without even 
the consolation of honorable retire- 
ment. Might made right in the buffalo 

Next in importance to the herd lead- 
er were a number of young bulls who 
acted as protectors of the herd. These 
had free range of the herd at large, so 
long as they did not interfere with the 
leader. Between the old and young 
bulls there was always a bitter hostil- 
ity. As the younger ones gained in 
strength they attacked the older ones, 
and as the leaders grew feeble they 
were at last vanquished, when they be- 



came comparatively unimportant and 
occupied a sort of veterans' order on 
the outskirts of the herds. 

The cows displayed remarkable af- 
fection for their calves. When a calf 
was wounded the entire nature of the 
cow underwent a wonderful change 
and she became an infuriated, savage 
creature, instead of a shrinking, com- 
paratively timid animal. 

The very aged and enfeebled buffalo 
bull was an object of pity and corn- 

time of the landing of Cortez and his 
followers on the Southwestern coast. 
The Comanche Indians were the first 
to acquire possession of horses from 
the Mexicans, and the plains of Texas, 
with their fine pasturage and streams 
of water, proved favorable for his 

As there was something formidable 
in the appearance of a buffalo bull on 
his native heath, it is no wonder that 
an ordinary, untrained horse refused 


miseration. Driven from the herd as 
a useless encumbrance, he was left to 
wander aimlessly about until pulled 
down and devoured by hungry wolves. 
Something interesting may be said 
of the hardy little mustang that was 
used on the plains in hunting the buf- 
falo. The smaller and more hardy 
species of the horse known as the In- 
dian pony is supposed to be directly de- 
scended from those brought to this 
continent by the Spanish adventurers 
who first introduced him here at the 

to approach him. Some horses, and 
not a few, could never be made to 
overcome their fear, but others by a 
proper course of training, would carry 
their riders into exactly the position 
desired, without any direction what- 
ever. These were termed "buffalo 
horses" and their owners took great 
pride in them and if parted with at all 
they commanded extravagant prices. 
The well trained "buffalo horse" ap- 
proached the herd rapidly, but cau- 
tiously, enabling his rider to "cut out" 


or separate one from the others. This 
clone, he followed the buffalo with an 
ever watchful eye, regulating his speed 
to that of the hunted animal, his every 
endeavor being to draw up alongside 
without unnecessarily frightening him. 
When the quarry swerved in his course, 
the horse, knowing - this to be a dan- 
gerous moment, as the buffalo might 
suddenly turn and charge him, would 
change his direction and make a long 
turn, keeping up his speed, however, 
that he might not fall too far to the 
rear. When the buffalo fell, the know- 
ing horse kept up his speed, described 
a circle and galloped back to the dead 
or wounded buffalo. 

Great risks were run by timid riders 
on green horses in buffalo hunts. Good 
horsemen on "buffalo horses" made a 
dashing, striking appearance as they 
rode wildly over the plains in pursuit 
of this magnificent animal. Revolvers 
of large caliber were the weapons gen- 
erally used in buffalo hunting. A shot 
just behind the near shoulder, if ac- 
curately placed, was surely fatal, as it 
pierced the heart. Expert hunters 
often used the rifle. 

The tongue and certain portions of 
the hump were the choicest parts of 

By Dan Beard 

Chief Pretty Bird, whose chief claim to glory comes 
from the fact that he consumed 14 pounds of " 
buffalo at one sitting. 

the buffalo, but almost every portion of 
the carcass was utilized by the Indians. 
The beef closely resembled ordinary 
beef in taste and flavor, but was of a 
coarser grain and that of old animals 
was tougher and less palatable. 



Heralder of the night whose soothing lay 

Wreathes earth in slumber, overtowering care 
Soar far above the embers of the day, 
Pour melodies o'er all ; silence to prayer 
The watchers of the night. From darkened lair 
Make starbeams brighten, and the echoes ring. 

Dart 'mid the clouds of gray that rise like ghosts 
'Till dusk lights slowly to yon twilights' shade. 

As farewell then is spoken night's dim hosts 

Scatter as leaves by winds blown down a glade, 
Rustle and sigh, waiting until they fade. 

Thus nightingale, bird of the gloaming, sing 





N the literature of 
my early youth, ob- 
tained through the 
expenditure of five 
and ten-cent pieces, 
there entered a 
character by name, 
Frank Reade. This 

man was a genius, 
who long before the 
days of the first 
successful automo- 
bile, constructed a wagon pro- 
pelled by power. He invent- p -- 
ed many strange and wonder- 
ful machines with which he 
toured the wide, wide world, 
rescuing beautiful maidens in 
distress, exterminated bands of 
painted savages about to as- 
sassinate helpless settlers, 
slaughtered hordes of wild 
beasts, and, with it all, pro- 
duced a new machine each 
week with which to delight 
and thrill his readers. 

In the early part of one of 
the stories Frank Reade's 
family became greatly alarmed 
because of the strange actions 
of the marvellous inventor. 
Day after day he was to be 
found back of the barn, study- 
ing the flight of numberless 
turkey buzzards circling in 
the sky. The family, how- 
ever, in the course of time, 
were greatly relieved to learn 
that the apparent queerness 
in the inventor was due solely 
to his desire to learn the 
method with which the birds 
sailed through the air so that he might 
apply the principle to his new air ship. 
The story made a tremendous im 

removing the old pair of field glasses 
which hung near my father's desk, I 
retired to the back of our barn and pro- 
ceeded to look for turkey buzzards. 
Strange to say, there were several in 
the air, and, resting the heavy pair of 
glasses on one of the rails of an old 
fence, I followed their movements with- 
out fatigue for an hour. 

Suddenly I felt a tap on the shoulder. 
Turning I saw my aunt, who was spend- 
ing a few days on the plantation. She 

Cluster on nearby trees 

rapped me on the bare head with her 
lorgnette and asked me what I was do- 
ing. In rather a pompous tone I told 
pression upon me and surreptitiously her I was studying the buzzards. She 

Creamy wHite with large irregular brown splotches 

complimented me upon the fact that I 
was manifesting an interest in a line of 
natural history which had nothing to 
do with fishing and shooting. 

Although I little appreciated it, I 
had made a most favorable impression 
upon my aunt, and after her return to 
the city I received a box filled with all 
sorts of books on natural history. Thus 
I entered into the ranks of the natural- 

While the lives and habits of many 
animals have interested me since my 
first lesson with the buzzards as sub- 
jects, I believe that this ignoble bird to 
this day holds me strongest, presum- 
ably because through their assistance 
my dormant love for nature received its 

From my histories I learned that the 
turkey buzzard is a species of genus 
catharista commonly known as the car- 

rion vulture. The name, turkey buz- 
zard, comes from the peculiar walk of 
the bird on the ground and its actions 
while devouring its food. The wattles 
on the head and neck also tend to in- 
crease the resemblance to the domestic 
turkey. The turkey buzzard differs 
from his relative, the black vulture, in 
many ways. The black vulture is an 
awkward creature on foot, and hobbles 
around in a stilted sort of a way, while 
the turkey buzzard struts in regal mag- 
nificence. The flight of the turkey 
buzzard is different from that of his 
black brother, for while the larger birds, 
depending almost wholly upon air cur- 
rents for support in the air, seldom flap 
their wings, the black vulture gives five 
or six flaps, sails a little while, and then 
flaps some more. 

The height attained by these birds in 
flight is surprising. While on the sum- 




111 it of Stone Mountain, a queer granite 
formation in Georgia, rising three- 
quarters of a mile out of an almost 
level plain, I watched buzzards sail- 
ing over one mile high, making them 
approximately two miles from the earth. 
The flight is majestic, and the long, 
steady, circling sweeps being so closely 
allied to those of the eagle, it is very 
hard to determine the identity of the 
bird without glasses. 

As in many other mountains there 
was a buzzard's roost on Stone Moun- 
tain. It was situated about half way 
up the steep side of the mountain, which 
was in the shape of a half dome split in 
twain. By careful work I approached 
within three hundred feet of this roost- 
ing place. 

While the turkey buzzard is solitary 
in its movements this inaccessible 
steep brought quite a number of them 

together, and one spring I counted 
four different nests to be seen from 
my perch. The nests were rude struc- 
tures, most of them built upon the 
stone. They contained from four to 
six eggs each. Further down the 
mountain I found another nest in a hol- 
low tree. There were no sticks under 
the eggs, simply a rude sort of depres- 
sion, evidently hollowed out by the' 
mother bird. Two eggs had been de- 
posited in it, the eggs being creamy 
white with large, irregular brown 
splotches, converging toward the larger 
end. The little ones hatched toward the 
latter part of May ; and no one having 
knowledge of their parents' habits could 
for a moment suspect that the fluffy lit- 
tle creatures, covered with white down, 
were associated, in any way, with such 
repugnant ancestors. When touched, 
however, all liking for the little birds 

Fluffy Utile creatures covered with white down 



disappears, for they quickly disgorge 
the food the mother bird has so care- 
fully brought them and the atmosphere 
becomes anything but pleasant. 

The young birds are quite pug- 
nacious, — in fact, some years ago, Mr. 
Beard was bitten severely on the wrist 

off, gathering in the dead rodents and 

When food is in sight the quickness 
with which the flock assembles is mar- 
vellous. Not many years ago an epi- 
demic of hog cholera swept over the 
South devastating many a stye. The 

Becomes anything but pleasant 

by one which had fallen into the 
river and had been brought to him by 

All buzzards are protected by law in 
many of the Southern states, as they 
are the scavengers of the country. 
Enormous flocks of them congregate in 
sections over which forest fires have 
swept or where fields have been burned 

last spark of life had no sooner departed 
from the body of the animal than the 
first scout appeared upon the scene to 
be quickly followed by others. If the 
impending dinner was not available at 
once the birds clustered on near-by trees 
or fences, occasionally flapping their 
wings and manifesting every desire tg 
commence the feast. 



Illustrated by Roy Mart ell Mason 

T was a bright, breeze- 
less winter day : frost 
glittered on the 
ground ; the air was 
crisp, cool and invig- 
orating. Everything 
was ideal for a trip to 
the big woods. 

I was in high spirits, 
for I had arranged to accompany old 
"Turk" Trotman on one of his famous 
turkey-hunts. His fame as a hunter 
had traveled far beyond the territory 
tramped by his tireless feet. To ac- 
company him on one of his trips was 
considered the chance of a lifetime. 
When fully equipped and accoutered, I 
presented myself at his cabin door, my 
hurried rap received a ready response, 
and I entered the presence of my chas- 
seur chaperon. 

He was a lank, grizzled old fellow 
of sixty, with prominent cheeks, aqui- 
line nose and piercing black eyes un- 
dimmed by age. He was giving the 
finishing touches to a reed turkey-call, 
and lifting it to his lips, sent forth such 
a natural yelp that for a moment I 
stood in silent wonder. 

"How's thet fer 'em?" he queried, 
gazing up at me, a satisfied expression 
in his bright black eyes. 

"Fine," I replied. "It strikes me 
that it ought to call up the shyest gob- 
bler in the Coharie swamp." 

"No hit won't," he said ; "hit won't 
call up Ole Injun, the big bronze gob- 
bler on the Coharie ; ner nuthin else 
will. Thet's er turkey with ways like 
er Injun — shy, swif 2>n foot, sharp- 
eyed; here terday, yonder ter-morrer, 
an' the devil knows whar part uv the 

The old backwoodsman shook his 
head and chuckled, doubtless at some 

wary exploit of the big bronze gob- 

"The quare thing about hit is he's er 
tame turkey gone wild," he ran on. 
"He wuz hatched out here. I raised 
him with my own hands. But he wuz 
alius shy an' strange like. 'Peared ter 
be alius dodgin' an' lookin' fer danger. 
Wen the other turkeys wuz peacefully 
eatin' ther corn, he kep' liftin' his head, 
an' stritchin' his neck an' lookin' eroun. 
One day he heerd the yelp uv er wild 
turkey hen an' rez rite up in the air 
an' made er bee-line fer the swamp. 
He's never bin back sence. That wuz 
over two year ago. He's a big turkey 
jun ter-day ; but hit'll be er glimpse an' 
the wildest." 

I was so absorbed in the story of the 
big gobbler that I had forgotten our 
mission until the old man reached up 
and removed his long rifle from the 
"rest" of deer-horns over the doorway. 

"Hit's time ter be goin'," he said. 
"Mebbe we'll git er glimpse uv Ole In- 
jun ter-day; but hit'll be er glimpse an' 
thet's all. He knows all my tricks — 
he's sharper'n ole Satan." 

We were quickly in the woods. I 
noted now that my companion became 
the very soul of silence. His sharp 
eyes and ears were ever on the alert. 
Not the slightest moving object es- 
caped his notice. Once he sent a swift 
glance upward and indicated with his 
rifle a tiny object — apparently a mere 
wisp of gray moss clinging to the top- 
most limit of a mighty pine. 

"Squirrel," he observed; "we're nigh 
the turkeys an' can't afford ter shoot." 

"Let me try him with smokeless 
powder," I urged. "The report will 
not be sufficient to scare the turkeys." 

"Be thet ez hit may," he answered, 
"they'll smell the powder jist the same. 


Began to call in soft, seductive strain 



Mos' folks fergit thet cm- wild turkey 
hcz er nose ez well ez eyes. An' old 
Injun knows the smell 11 v man an' his 
gun, an' don't fergit hit. Be keerful 
now, we're gittin' inter the turkeys' 
feedin' groun'. Cum, le's lie clown be- 
hin' this log." 

lie drew me toward a huge log, 
which lay on the border between the 
pine-barren and a stubby, disused 
streteh of clearing. 

"Crouch low an' jes' keep your eyes 
on a level with the log," he whispered. 
"I'm goin' ter call." 

With throbbing heart I grasped my 
rifle and did as I was bidden. 

Then the old hunter, crouched be- 
side me, raised the reeel to his lips and 
began to call in soft, seductive strain. 
How natural the well-rounded, plain- 
tive yelps that rose from the reed ! 
With his lean neck craned forward and 
his bright eyes searching the farthest 
recesses of the adjacent swamp, the 
old hunter was himself strikingly sug- 
gestive of a huge gobbler. 

Suddenly a twig snapped in the dis- 
tance, and I was at strained "atten- 
tion," my eyes glued upon the stretch 
of stubble. A moment later a flash 
of bronze greeted my gaze, but even as 
I trained my rifle upon it, it rose up- 
ward above the big pines that fringed 
the swamp. Quick as a wink it was 
screened from sight by the interlacing 
pine limbs. Once only, as we swayed 
our rifles to and fro, and then but for a 
second, did we catch a full view of the 
big bronze bird, well beyond rifle range. 
As we lowered our rifles, a half-grown 
hen ran into the opening. I took quick, 
careful aim, sending a ball through her 
neck. Excitement had doubtless proved 
her undoing. When we picked her up, 
we found traces of bronze upon her 
wings and breast. "Old Injun" had 
lost a member of his tribe. 

"Dodgast ef I didn't like ter fool 
him thet pop," observed the old hunt- 
er. "I never got him thet nigh ber- 
fore. He mus' be losin' his grip." 

Strongly impressed by the big gob- 
bler's clever escapade, I could not agree 

with my companion's conclusion. I 
had never dreamed that even a wild 
turkey could so swiftly and shrewdly 
vanish into mid air. Deceived by the 
call he most assuredly had been, but 
those bright eyes, unfailing sentinels, 
had warned him in the nick of time. 

" 'Taint no use ter stay here," said 
the old hunter; "he's gone down into 
the Coharie swamp. An' we'd jes' ez 
well try ter bait old Nick hisse'f es ter 
go down tha' an' bait thet turkey. I've 
tried all thet. He ain't goin' ter cum 
nigh er blind. In fac' I've tried every- 
thing 'cept callin' him from the top uv 
a pine tree. But I bleeve we'll git him 

"How do you account for calling him 
so near to-day?" I asked. 

"Wal, thar's no breeze, an', ez I've 
sed, he may be losin' his grip. Mebbe 
sum young gobbler's gittin' him shaky 
an' he's tryin' ter find new friends. 
Them wild critters is powerful like 
folks. W'en they git desprit they're 
more'n apt ter git bold." 

He led the way toward Coharie 
swamp, a mile or more distant. He 
was strong in his opinion that "Old In- 
jun" was weakening, and that some 
plan of outwitting him might possibly 
be devised. 

Arriving at the swamp, we took up 
our station behind a big clay-root. Then 
again my companion began to yelp. 
For a long time there was no response, 
then a distant yelp quavered through 
the tangled swamp. A constant inter- 
change ensued. But the turkey came 
no nearer. Not a solitary living object 
broke the smooth vista which stretched 
out between the bare beech trees be- 
fore us. 

"That wuz Old Injun," said my com- 
panion at length, "but you cain't alius 
fool him twice the same day. I mean 
ter have a shot at him, though, in spite 
uv faith. I mean ter set him out," he 
replied in response to my inquiry as to 
ways and means. "He mos' ginrally 
cums out erbout this p'int uv woods 
late in the evenhT an' goes off ter the 
big pines ter roosV 

/ can't somehow fcrgit thet he wunst sorter nestled in my hand 



It was late in the afternoon that, 
weary with inaction, I set out along 
the edge of the swamp in hope of shoot- 
ing a squirrel. This I did against the 
earnest protest of my companion, whose 
patience was seemingly inexhaustible. 
I had not proceeded far before a dis- 
tant scratching in the leaves attracted 
my attention. Creeping cautiously to- 
ward the sound, I at length approached 
near enough to discover a fine flock of 
turkeys feeding on acorns which they 
raked up out of the leaves. I noted 
among the flock two huge gobblers, one 
black and the other bronze ; and even 
from the distance I detected that the 
big bronze gobbler — "Old Injun" — ■ 
was losing caste. He lagged behind 
the others ; the droop of his tail sug- 
gested a broken spirit. But all his old 
watchfulness remained. For a few 
moments I was so absorbed in watch- 
ing the feeding flock that I forgot my 
rifle. Then I carefully raised it and 
instinctively took aim at the big black 
gobbler. I had him completely covered 
and my finger was pressing the trigger 
when a twig, upon which I had unwit- 
tingly stepped, snapped beneath my 
feet. In a twinkling the bronze gob- 
bler gave the warning and the flock 
were off into the swamp. Disgusted, 
sick at heart, I returned to my com- 
panion. It seemed that fate fought for 
"Old Injun," the bronze gobbler, and 
for his feathered tribe. 

As we sat behind one clog-root wait- 
ing for the brief twilight, I thought of 
a new plan of deceiving the turkeys. 
Accordingly I arranged the turkey 
which I had shot in the morning in a 
position as near life-like as possible 
and bade the old hunter use his call. 
This he did with consummate skill. In 
a little while there were answering 
yelps, which came nearer and nearer. 

My heart beat so high with the success 
of the venture that I could scarcely 
steady my rifle, for the entire flock, 
having perceived the turkey decoy, 
were coming toward us. Suddenly, 
however, the hens hesitated and held 
back among the undergrowth, but we 
noted that two big gobblers, the black 
and the bronze, came steadily forward. 
Finally they were in range. I could 
not help observing the rivalry which 
existed between them. It was plainly 
apparent, too, that the big bronze fel- 
low was afraid of the other's growing 
power and influence. 

The black gobbler being at the most 
convenient angle for me, and having 
somewhat against him, I signalled my 
companion to shoot the bronze. Sud- 
denly, at the sign, I fired, and my gob- 
bler, shot through the head, leaped 
high off the ground and plunged stone 
dead a few yards away. But, to my 
infinite surprise, the veteran hunter 
failed to fire, allowing "Old Injun" to 
rise and whistle off to the swamp, a 
majestic sweep of wing marking his 
flight. I turned to the old man 
for explanation, and beheld conflict- 
ing emotions playing in his rugged 

"I jes' couldn't shoot him," he burst 
out ; "somehow I suddently cum ter pity 
'Old Injun,' an' I made up my mind 
ter let -him live till he got ready ter die. 
Wen you decided ter shoot the black 
gobbler, I made up my mind ter give 
the old bronze back his place ez leader 
uv the flock. He ain't nuthin but er 
turkey, but I handled him w'en he wuz 
er pore puny leetle feller an' I can't 
somehow fergit thet he wunst sorter 
nestled in my hand." 

Somehow it seemed right and proper 
that there were tears in the old back- 
woodsman's eyes. 




HE writer arrived in 
the little city of 
Greeley, Col., a few 
days before the an- 
nual coyote hunt, in 
which most of the 
able-bodied men and 
a no small number 
of women of the section take part. 
At first the few remarks heard here 
and there, in hotels and upon the 
streets, about the coming event, excited 
but little interest in the man who, from 
force of circumstances, had long ago 
abandoned life in the open for the stuffy 
office. But as the day approached and 
active preparations for the hunt were 
begun, something of the old spirit be- 
gan to stir within him, and the final 
result was that he bargained with a 
livery man for a buggy and a fast 
team of horses with which to take in 
the sport. At the same time he armed 
himself with a five-dollars-a^day-pho- 
tographer, to perpetuate the scenes in 
pictures. A good saddle horse would 
have been the proper thing, but the 
buggy was selected because friends 
said that a novice in the saddle had no 
place at one of these affairs. 

It was about the middle of January, 
and the morning dawned bright and 
crisp, with the thermometer not far 
from zero. Sunrise found practically 
every man and woman who intended 
to take part in the hunt already on the 
road toward the open range. Scores of 

people could be seen on the move along 
the various country roads, all anxious 
and eager for the chase. Everybody" 
knew where the round-up would take 
place in a general way, and as this 
point was nearly twenty miles from 
the city, an early start was essential to 
see the killing. 

In a triangular section of the coun- 
try, formed by two branches of the 
Union Pacific railroad and the Bur- 
lington, in Weld County, there is a 
stretch of open prairie, containing 
scarcely a settler, except coyotes and 
jack rabbits. It is from this great wil- 
derness, thirty miles across, that the 
coyotes slip out in the dark of night and 
raid hen roosts and small stock corrals 
at the little scattering villages and settle- 
ments along the railroad lines. And it is 
the necessity of keeping the number of 
these marauders at the minimum that 
has made a great sporting event out of 
what was at first only a small war by 
stockmen and farmers to protect their 

The hunt had been well advertised, 
both by circulars and the local countrv 
and city newspapers, and under a head 
captain, there were about twenty-five 
lieutenants, who had been sent out the 
day before to take charge of the men 
who were to form the circle, thirty miles 
in diameter. As we emerged into the 
plain from the northwest, a line of 
horsemen could be seen stretching away 
to the south and east as far as the eye 




could penetrate the morning air. More 
were constantly coming tip from the 
rear and falling into the lines, so that 
there was only a distance of one or two 
hundred yards between horsemen. Up 
and down the lines the officers rode, dis- 
tributing the hunters in the proper dis- 
tances from each other. Some had 

line of horsemen, and in many ways 
proved themselves equal to the best men 
in the saddle. We were assured by the 
captain, who happened to be near us, 
that the thirty-mile circle was as com- 
plete all around as upon the part we 
could see. 

The horsemen themselves were pic- 


strings of hounds, yellow, ugly-looking 
creatures that looked much like wolves, 
but in the open they could outrun any- 
thing on foot. These were also dis- 
tributed at given points in the line, and 
kept in leash, that they might be fresh 
when needed, rather than to run them- 
selves down on jack rabbits. 

The appearance of the whole was not 
unlike a large scouting detachment of 
cavalry. The resemblance to an army 
on the move did not altogether end here, 
for behind the line of horsemen came a 
miscellaneous crowd of camp followers 
and "grub" wagons, the plains for miles 
being dotted with rigs of various kinds, 
loaded with men, women and children. 
Not a few women were also in the front 

turesque in the extreme. They repre- 
sented practically every kind of business 
in the state. There were hardy-looking 
plainsmen, with woolly chaps, high- 
heeled boots and spurs, astride wiry cow 
ponies, riding immediately alongside a 
college professor or a banker, in the 
most up-to-date park riding habit. Even 
an occasional Englishman could be seen, 
riding with short stirrups and extremely 
awkward in appearance, compared with 
the grace of the cow man, who rode 
as though he and his horse were 

The advance was at a slow canter, 
and for a couple of miles furnished no 
more excitement than the novelty of the 
scene, and that peculiar indescribable 



sensation one feels in the vastness of 
the open air. 

Then a half dozen horsemen broke 
from the line and made a dash forward. 
The cause was a gray streak that could 
just be seen going over a rise in the 
prairie about half a mile away. No use, 
though, the first coyote had too much of 
a start, and no horse could run it down 
on a straight stretch. So they returned 
to the line with the assurance that it 
was in the circle, anyway, and they 
would, later on, have another chance 
at it. 

Near noon, the north and west lines 
reached the rim of a hollow plain, prob- 
ably two miles across and six miles 
long. Here, by a sort of system of wig- 
wag signals that was passed from cap- 
tain to captain, the line was halted. 
This, then, was to be the scene of the 
final round-up. 

Across on the opposite rim of this 
butterbowl-shaped plain, a confused 
mass of something that looked like a 
group of small buildings could be seen. 
But presently this dissolved itself into 
its component parts, and it was seen to 
be only a bunch of horsemen, 
who now strung out in a line ; 
the magnifying qualities of the 
rarefied air causing the first 
deception. One could then hear 
a rumbling as of continuous 
thunder, that grew steadily 
louder. It was the hoof-beats 
of hundreds and hundreds of 
horses upon the frozen prairie. 
Involuntarily one's thoughts 
turned to the stories of the old 
plainsmen, who could hear the- 
coming of the great herd of 
buffalo hours before the ani- 
mals could be seen. 

Down in the hollow could now be 
seen one huge coyote running here 
and there, instinct or sense of hear- 
ing dictating the direction in which 
the horsemen were the more numerous. 
It came toward the line that was halted, 
the silence apparently deceiving it. A 
short chase by a few riders, however, 
turned it again toward the opposite 

hill. There the same tactics once more 
sent it back toward the silent line, this 
time to break through or die. 

Our rig had been kept in the front 
line all day, and it came straight toward 
us, evidently deciding that to be the 
weakest point in the line. Our camera 
man had unpacked his instrument long 
before this, and advanced to meet the 
animal with his deadly weapon. This 
was too much for a crowd of the men 
on horseback, and a string of dogs 
were also let loose. A semicircle of 
horsemen now darted forward like an 
avalanche. The pent up savage blood 
had finally broken loose. The man in 
the buggy caught the general con- 
tagion, and, with a whoop, he sent the 
blacks over the rough prairie at a 2.10 
clip, leaving the crestfallen and disap- 
pointed photographer half a mile in the 
rear ; the man with the reins forgot one 
of the principal objects of the trip in 
the excitement of the sport. But as 
compensation for the loss of a photog- 
rapher and a possibly interesting pho- 
tograph, he was within a few yards 
of the scrimmage and saw the hounds 


fight it out with the biggest coyote cap- 
tured that day. It could only end one 
way ; they were six to one. The hunted 
animal was lying gasping on the 
ground when- the first horseman rode 
up, and with a merciful bullet from 
a Colt's, ended this incident. At almost 
the same time, another coyote made a 
break toward the point in the line 


thrown into confusion by the first kill, 
and escaped with a few straggling 
riders in pursuit. 

The line on the opposite hill was as 
complete as our own, and showed rest- 
lessness at different points. Here and 
there a solitary horseman darted down 
the slope, and far over the plain could be 
heard the Hi, Hi, Hi, as he encouraged 
a pack of hounds in full chase after 
another coyote. The line was visible for 
four or five miles, and from the action 
of the riders, there must have been at 
least a dozen animals in the circle. In- 
deed, several of them could be seen 
rushing about frantically in the hollow, 
with little more chance of escape than 
a jack rabbit in a hole. 

Suddenly the shout of "Forward" was 
heard along the line. It was the signal 
they had ridden or driven twenty miles 
to hear, and away the whole bunch 
went, helter-skelter, horsemen, wagons, 
dogs and women, they were getting 

out of it all there was to be had. The 
dogs seemed to be the only ones left 
with any sense at all, and attended 
strictly to business. Several coyotes 
were caught and killed by the dogs. 

The round-up was over ; eighteen 
coyotes had been killed. The last animal 
foiled its would-be captors by squeezing 
into a badger hole. There some of the 
longest armed men reached their hands 
in and could just touch the furry crea- 
ture, which crowded still farther into 
the bowels of the earth, thereby sac- 
rificing its own life. 

Reluctantly the hunters turned from 
their prey, and then, for the first time, 
began to feel the pangs of hunger that 
had been unnoticed until this moment. 
Then, also, joy of joys, it was discov- 
ered that the sandwich and hot coffee 
man had kept up with the procession, 
and was now jogging leisurely down 
the slope headed toward the place of 



To hear the vespers of the dawn- 
On gentle zephyrs pealing — 
To watch the rosy glow of morn 

Across the meadow stealing; 
To feel the dewdrop's tender kiss 

And see the sunbeams dancing, 
This is the floweret's dream of bliss- 

This is its joy entrancing. 


(Sea-Fishing Near New York) 


HEN I go down to the 
sea in a ship I like to 
get at the bottom of 
things, always ex- 
cepting, of course, 
the bottom of the sea 
itself. Time was when 
the genuine pleasures 
of angling semed to 
be confined to inland 
lakes, sedate rivers 
and hasty, brawling brooks, £mt that 
was when I labored under the delusion 
that it was all of fishing to take trout 
grayling, bass and 'lunge. At last I 
came to the briny, and like your young 
singer, for the first time reaching the 
high sea, realized that my range had 

Far be it from me to decry the sport 
of the sweet waters. No other fishing 
can compare with it, yet there is 
sea sport within reach of Gotham 
which is well worthy the attention of 
any man whose life-pump drives the 

real red stuff. From a tussle with a 
tarpon to playing with a porgie, the 
salt water sport has a charm all its own, 
and while it in no way resembles the ar- 
tistic work with the fine tackle, yet it 
wears mighty well. If it had nothing 
more than the sea to commend it, the 
attractions would remain, for a close 
communion with old ocean has a fasci- 
nation which never ceases after one 
has felt the spell. 

Born a water dog with the Great 
Lakes in which to play, I was accus- 
tomed to vast expanses that spread to 
invisible boundaries, yet the first view 
of the Atlantic was a wee bit depress- 
ing. The white-whiskered rollers for- 
ever crowding themselves up the slopes 
of sand appeared to be mockingly 
chanting a deep, measured something 
which at first was hard t to catch. But 
at last the untrained ear mastered the 
song and the pounding distinctly said : 
"Can't swim across me, can't swim 
across me!" The more I listened and 




watched the stronger grew the convic- 
tion that the rollers knew what they 
were talking about, so after making up 
my mind that a swim across was really 
out of the question, I cast about to dis- 
cover how to best plague this defiant, 
mocking, corned-beef-hash flavored ad- 

For the first attack, I waited till the 
sea was roaring mad over something. 
Then I went at him, head first. For 
half an hour we had it up and down, 
then he flung me away up the bank and 
sat me down so hard on the sand that 
for some time I measured about an 
inch short of the average. But in a 
few days came wisdom on my part 
and a better understanding upon both 
sides, and then the old sea grew 
kind, and would playfully rock and 
softly sweep me hither and yon 
for one hour at a stretch. All this had 
something to do with the fishing, 
for a certain grizzly old beach-comber 
had watched my daily play with the 
waves until he grew interested. 
"Say, havin' a good time ain't ye? 
Wha' 'n thunder'd ye learn to swim, 
anyhow? What! L-a-k-e-s? Wa'al 
I'll be dummed ! Didn't think no lake 
on God's hull earth was fit fur nothin' 
like that!" 

He proved a bully old sport, too, 
and after I had told him a lot about the 
lakes, their sailing and fishing, we be- 
came quite chummy. One day he re- 
marked : "Say, if ye can handle a 
' boat half as well as ye can swim, I 
wouldn't mind takin' ye out enny day 
ye say. My mate's been sorta laid up 
fur a week, and my boat's loafin' in 
yonder earnin' nary a cent." 

The upshot of the matter was that 
we agreed to start at gray dawn the 
following morning — he to furnish boat 
and such tackle as was aboard, while I 
provided grub and such of my own 
gear as I chose to take along. A few 
questions elicited from the proprietor 
of the quaint little hostelry the infor- 
mation that I had run foul of a rare 
good, but very peculiar, man who 
owned the best of the larger craft of the 

inlet. Somewhat to my astonishment 
I found the boat had once been an old- 
time racing single-sticker, which in her 
day, had led her class through many a 
lively bout. Her rig had been cut 
down a bit, but the good lines of the 
old hull were there — in fact, the craft 
was the very thing in the way of a 
handy sloop for all sorts of weather. 

"We've got to go through that tha' 
trussle ; how 'bout ye takin' holt for 
a spell ? She'll pint wherever ye ask 
her in this breeze" ; there was a 
twinkle in his eye which might or might 
not have meant mischief. I "tuk a holt" 
and in very few moments learned that 
she was all right. The draw was 
mighty narrow, but I managed to get 
through without scrapin'. 

"Good for ye ! Send her along — 
plenty of water ennywheres now," he 
chuckled, and presently she was heel- 
ing to it and flying for the open sea. 
So far as I could tell, we had the entire 
Atlantic to ourselves, and getting the 
course from the skipper, I let her boom 
along until further orders. 

"Tha's bin a few blues ketched'out 
yonder," he remarked, "but it's most 
too early yet. We'll anchor after a bit 
and use these," jerking his thumb to- 
ward a box of tackle. "Then we'll try 
for a tide runner." 

"The bluefish, I knew, were addicted to 
a murderous prowling along the coast 
from about mid-summer till the first of 
the cool weather, and I was keen to 
get fast to one of the hard fighting 
bravos, of which I had heard so 
much. So far as sporting qualities go, 
the blue fish is the best of available 
fishes, but for some reason he seems 
to be losing ground, or water, or what ■ 
ever is the right term, and season after 
season becomes more scarce. Be it un- 
derstood that when I term him the best 
sporting fish, only our present method 
is meant, as every salt water bass fisher 
will readily understand. Our possible; 
victims included no purely game fish, 
except the blue. Outside, we had black 
fish, porgies, dinners, sea-robins and 
blowfish ? while inside, there were weak 



fish, flounders, skates, and so on. The 
weak fish, that mockery of a trout, is 
all right upon light tackle, but as his 
name indicates, he is slightly lacking in 
the strenuous. The blue fellow is a 
devil, a lusty, reckless fighter, game to 
the last kick and ready to grab a care- 
less finger, even when he is gasping 
his last on deck. The others are just 
good enough to have fun with. 

''Reckon I'd best take her now," 
said the skipper after a while, "tha's 
an old wreck lies off yonder and we've 
got to get right over it to get enny- 
thin'. Ye can drop the mud-hook, an' 
be smart when I give ye the word." 

He, of course, had certain shore- 
marks by which to locate that one 
small known good spot in all that 
waste of water, and because I knew 
of the need for swift obedience, 
the mud-hook was dropped with an 
earnestness that won unqualified ap- 
proval, and in a few moments we were 
snug and ready for business. Not a 
vestige of wreck was visible but the 
skipper, after an earnest glance shore- 
ward, declared we were about right. 
"Soon prove it anyhow," he grunted as 
he picked out a couple of hand lines, 
bearing two small hooks apiece. The 
bait was chopped clam, and so soon as 
his gear was ready he tossed it over, 
waited perhaps two minutes, then drew 
it in and tried the other side with a 
like result. Then he went forward, 
failed again, and finally went aft. "We 
cant's be so durned fur out. Aha ! here 
ye be!" he exclaimed — and with the 
words a couple of blackfish were un- 
ceremoniously yanked aboard. I mar- 
veled, for he had calculated within the 
sloop's length of the desired spot, 
which meant getting within an area of 
more than fifty feet square. 

What followed smacked more of fun 
than sport, yet it was by no means to 
be despised. There was an uncertainty 
in regard to what the next catch would 
be that kept one interested, while most 
of the fish taken were first-rate for the 
table. Now it was a brace of blackfish 
or a good-sized single specimen, next 

a winged sea-robin, then a cunner, a 
porgie, a skate, an occasional blow- 
fish, and more than once a villainous- 
looking spider crab. We merely sat 
upon the rail, tossing out and pulling 
up as city lads do from the wharves. 
Because the skipper wanted every fish 
he could get, I stuck to the game for 
about two hours, during which an as- 
tonishing number of victims were se- 
cured. Then I began to loaf, enjoying 
the easy roll and staring far over the 
wrinkling plain. Far away a snowy 
tern was wheeling and dipping in swal- 
low-like flight. Presently a second bird 
joined the play, and soon others, ap- 
parently from nowhere, added lovely 
life to the ceaseless evolutions. The 
graceful things were most interesting, 
and as I watched, it became plainly 
evident that the tireless birds had a 
method in their seemingly idle play. 
While whirling in a maze of circles, 
bird after bird dipped to the surface, 
only to rise and renew the wheeling. 

"What are they at over there?" I 
finally asked. The skipper took one 
look, then hauled in his line and shout- 
ed : "Blues, by gum ! An' us a-foolin' 
here. Get up that thar mud-hook — 
lively now !" In very few minutes we 
were speeding toward the winged tell- 
tales, the skipper steering while I got 
out a couple of long trolling lines, mine 
equipped with a fish-shaped lure of 
pearl, while his had one of cedar, to 
which was fastened a strip of eel-skin. 
The breeze had freshened a bit, and the 
old sloop was proving her quality of 
foot, when we bore down upon the 
busy terns, which reluctantly made way 
for us. 

All unseen, a desperate tragedy was 
in full swing. A horde of blue thugs 
was harrying a crowding mass of help- 
less moss bunkers, as was attested by a 
greasy streak on the surface and float- 
ing fragments of the fish which had 
been chopped in two by powerful and 
merciless jaws. This is the way of the 
blue. Among the schools of small fry, 
he is like a dog among sheep; he 
seems to slay from sheer lust of 



slaughter. The skipper later declared 
that a bluefish will cram itself to the 
jaws with sections of its victims, then, 
when there is room for no more, eject 
the mangled mass and begin all over 
again. This may or may not be true, 
but certain it is that the blue is pos- 
sessed of an appalling voracity, which 
the fragments of its victims do not 
seem to satisfy. The terns know 
this, hence their close attendance when 
the carnage begins. While nature often 
seems to work in a savage mood and 
to impel her creatures to what may 
look like outrageous slaughter, a little 
of close observation seldom fails to dis- 
cover a method in the apparent mad- 
ness. The terns and other sea fowl 
are grateful for all scraps that float, 
while on the bottom bide the slow- 
moving scavengers, ready to take care 
of whatever sinks their way. Nothing 
is wasted, and the lobster, crab and 
other bottom feeders must bless the 
name of the bluefish. 

As the line straightened, I thought 
of something and from a pocket came 
an old pair of leather gloves. "Now, 
by gum!" ejaculated the skipper, "wha' 
did ye larn that? Not on no lakes, I'm 
bettin." I laughed, for the puzzled ex- 
pression he wore just then was ex- 
ceedingly funny. But there was scant 
time for fooling. 

A strike — so savage that it suggested 
an abrupt fouling of a rock, warned me 
to be mighty careful, and in a moment 
began a lively set-to. Of course, on 
such tackle, there was little of any- 
thing akin to playing the captive ; in 
fact, I just hauled him in hand over 
hand. He appeared to be most amaz- 
ingly strong, but to my astonishment, 
the first good look at him proved that 
he weighed, if anything, little more 
than three pounds. 

"Hustle tha' — get that line out 
again!" roared the skipper, who well 
knew the value of rapid work. The 
cord had scarcely straightened before 
another fish took hold, and this one 
proved no larger than the first. For 
five minutes there was no further ac- 

tion, so we put about and again worked 
toward the terns. The skipper thought 
we had missed the main school of blues 
and had taken a couple of small strag- 
glers, but, of course, it is not unusual 
to encounter many fish no larger than 
ours. He proved to be right, too, for 
as he sung out: "Be ready tha'!" there 
came a jerk that almost carried away 
the tackle. Instantly I realized that 
this time it was a regular old rip-snort- 
er, and at once the value of the gloves 
was proved. Resolute and strong, this 
fish fought like a bulldog, and be- 
cause I knew a good thing when I had 
it, no liberties were taken. With the 
possible exception of a western salmon, 
1 don't think I had handled so powerful 
a fish for the size — about five pounds. 

Beyond all question, this fellow was 
as game as they are made, and unless 
my eyes deceived me, he tried two dis- 
tinct snaps at my fingers before the 
hook was freed. Indeed, so strong and 
active was he that the knife-blade was 
pushed through his spine before I dared 
to let him go. As a rule, a lively fish 
is rapped on the head, but I prefer the 
knife, which does not bruise, while in- 
stantly killing the fish. 

"Come on, skipper, your turn now!" 
I sung out, but the old boy, while keen 
enough, was reluctant to stop my fun. 
As I would stand no argument, we 
finally changed places, and it, indeed, 
was a treat to watch his weatherbeaten, 
but expressive face. "Foller them 
gulls," was his sole order, so I stood 
with the stick between my legs and 
studied the professional side. He was 
no end of fun. Veteran that he was, he 
had all the enthusiasm of a big boy, and 
his sizzling comments as he pulled in, 
fell harmless on the broad Atlantic. 
He took five medium-sized fish in 
rather rapid succession, and each cap- 
ture only added to the glow of the war- 
spark in his keen gray eye. But he 
wasn't satisfied. My big fish lay in 
plain view, and it did make the others 
look like thirty cents, or snappers, or 
whatever is small change for bluefish. 

Suddenly I missed the guiding terns. 



and at last made out their distant forms 
winnowing in scattered array far in 
toward shore. "Too bad, durn it," 
growled the skipper, ruefully shaking 
his head. "We won't get no more. 
When them tha' gulls quit it's a sign 
that the blues have shighed and quit 
huntin' the small fellers. Wow !" he ex- 
plosively added, and a glance at the 
line told that there was a serious case 
of blue trouble at the other end. "Now 
we hev got 'em!" he grunted, as he 
struggled with his prize, which when 
boated needed no second glance to 
prove its superiority over mine. "Best 
take a holt again. No! Well, out she 
goes!" he hurriedly remarked, and a 
blind man might have seen that 
he really didn't crave a change of 

But alas ! the totally unexpected 
happened, for without warning the 

good breeze played us false, so false 
that for hours we could not even make 
tne inlet, to say nothing of further 
trolling. But we had good grub and 
tobacco and the sea was only two feet 
below. I peeled as easily as a boiled 
potato and enjoyed a glorious swim, 
which alone was well worth the trip. 
Finally I climbed aboard and soon af- 
ter we both got into an argument with 
the grub. A loaf and a smoke followed 
and eventually our lost, strayed or 
stolen breeze found its way back and 
the good old sloop lazied homeward. 
Pleasant? Aye! wondrous pleasant. 
Far from the madding — clean, whole- 
some and in every way beneficial. O 
reader, make arrangements with the 
skipper and upon your return, deny, if 
you dare, that there is at least one form 
of that blue devils which is not very 



Oh, it's many a day since our ship left port, and the land dropped down out of view ; 
And it's many a day did she tack and veer, for the contrary winds that blew, 
Till she leaned to the strength of the northeast trades, with all of her canvas free, 
And they sent her bowling along her course, which was set for the great south sea. 

Oh, it's day by day that the sun grew hot, as we sailed down out of the north, 

And the sky and the sea took a warmer tone than they wore when our ship set forth. 

There were flying-fish skimming in glittering shoals when the weeks of our voyage were three 

And the ocean about was like fire at night, as we drew toward the great south sea. 

Oh, it's then when the latitude grew low, that the favoring breezes fell ; 

There were languid airs ; there were thunderstorms ; there were calms with scarcely a swell 

But, while seeming moveless., she floated on, she was over the first degree, 

And at last she drifted across the line, and we came to the great' south" sea. 

Oh, the southeast trade winds, they fill our sails and our course it is full and by, 
And we know, till the roaring forties are passed, we shall still see but water and sky. 
We are weary of all that has gone before, we are sick of the used-to-be; 
They have sunk to the under side of the world, and the top is the great south sea, 




Illustrated by Herbert Johnson 

A SIX weeks' trip through a new 
*"■ country at practically no expense, 
with enjoyment such as no other out- 
ing ever gave, was the experience I 
am about to describe. I wished to visit 
North Conroy, N. H., and my plan was 
to drive to that place, camping on the 
way, with the accompanying pleasure of 
fishing en route. The start was made 
from a little country town near Worces- 
ter, Mass. The adventures and misad- 
ventures that befell us on that trip 
would fill a book. 

First, of course, came the prepara- 
tion for the trip. We had to have a 
horse and some suitable vehicle to carry 
two of us, together with a camp outfit 
for our simple needs, and only one who 
has spent much time in camp knows 
how few things are really required. 

I had the running gear of an old, 
worn-out carriage, such as may be found 
discarded around 'most any blacksmith 
or carriage-maker's shop. With this 
as a base, I made a buckboard at a to- 
tal expense of less than $2.50 for re- 
pairs to wheels and material. Hard- 
wood strips for making the buckboard 
may be obtained at any lumber mill 
and a very little work by the black- 

smith will put the wheels in condition 
for one more trip. Twelve feet long 
we made the body, but for reasons you 
will see later, nine is enough. For the 
seat a box was built and the seat and 
carriage top fastened to it. This box 
held all our bedding during the trip. 
Behind the seat we fastened another 
box, large enough to hold our little oil 
stove, gallon oil can, wheel grease, and 
wrench. A small shelter tent and our 
bedding, which consisted of one light 
weight quilt and one very heavy one. 
for each of the party, completed the 
outfit. Of course, a rubber blanket may 
be added, or a sleeping bag, but we 
preferred to claim the hospitality of 
some farmer in case of storm. So for- 
tunate were we, however, in regard to 
weather, that only once did we set up 
the shelter tent, usually rolling up in 
our blankets with the great round 
moon and the stars for our roof. 

For provisions we carried only suf- 
ficient for a day or two and a bag of 
oats for the horse. You can buy from 
your grocer for fifty cents each a 
couple of the tin cans, such as are used 
by the National Biscuit Co. for their 
fancy cakes, and upon returning them 




to any dealer your money will be re- 
funded. These cans make excellent re- 
ceptacles for food and we bought one 
full of our favorite cookies for between- 
meal lunches. A frying pan, milk can, 
plate, cup, knife, fork and spoon, salt, 
pepper, sugar, coffee and meal for each 
person completed the outfit. Don't for- 
get the frying pan, meal and salt, for 
no fish dinner can equal the one cooked 
beside the stream from which the trout 
have just been taken. 

All we carried could be placed com- 
pactly on the buckboard, and neatly 
covered with the tent which, in our 

our outfit as we started. For clothes 
we took only what we wore, with a 
linen duster and two hats, :a broad 
brim and a light felt for night wear. 

Be sure to have your wheels well 
looked after before you start. Three oi 
ours we had repaired and the fourth 
we thought was all right. It wasn't. 
It lasted just eight miles and left us 
four and one-half miles from the near- 
est village. We pitched our first camp 
right there, and after straightening up 
the wheel, threw it into a nearby 
swamp to soak till morning. This en- 
abled us to reach Barre, Mass., where 

' I*""/ , 


Plenty of grain worked wonders 

case, was simply a 6 feet by 8 feet piece 
of heavy canvas. 

In most communities you can "find a 
horse that can be bought for very little 
money and one that good treatment and 
careful feeding will improve wonder- 
fully. As you should plan to sell the 
horse at the end of the trip the price of 
the horse can be made to suit the purse 
of the campers. We paid $io for ours 
and came near shooting him the next 
morning and charging it to experience, 
but a two week's run in a pasture, with- 
out shoes and with plenty of grain, 
worked wonders. 

The sketches give you some idea of 

the wheelright "soaked'' us $2.25 foi 
fixing the wheel. It lasted less than 
three miles and then fell in of its own 
weight. We entered Athol, one riding 
and the other pushing the wheel up 
straight at each revolution, much to 
the ever-present small boy's delight. 
Here it was properly repaired and our 
troubles with, wheels ended. 

But here we met other troubles and 
only the fact that we had local friends 
of good repute saved us from the con- 
stable or at least bodily injury. We 
pitched camp for the night near a 
schoolhouse about two miles north of 
the city and after supper walked back 

Pushing the wheel up straight at each revolution 

to spend the evening with a friend who 
lived there. During the whole trip we 
often left our outfit unguarded for 
hours at a time and never had a thing 
disturbed. We attended the theater 
with our friend H., who decided to walk 
out and spend the night in camp with 

It was nearly one a. m. when we 
reached there and my partner left to 
get a drink from a well some eighty or 
one hundred yards away. He did not 
return, but instead came two big, husky 
farmers with cordwood clubs; and from 
each of three other sides came three 
other pairs each of which seemed to be 
bigger and worse-tempered than the 
others. They asked many questions, 
but would answer none. After being 
convinced of the identity of our Athol 
friend they departed. Our companion 
was allowed to return from the well, 
where he had been held up, and we were 
left in peace to figure it out for our- 
selves. The next morning I met the 
spokesman of the party and finally per- 
suaded him to explain. Several farm 
houses had been burglarized just at 
that time, and seeing us leave our team 

in the early evening, tlie neighbors had 
sounded the alarm and collected all the 
nearby farmers to take summary ven- 
geance when we returned with our 
booty. As time went on until one a. m. 
they became more and more certain 
of our identity, so that only the pres- 
ence of a local friend of good repute 
saved us from serious trouble. 

From there we proceeded to the last 
town we visited in Massachusetts, 
Royalston, by name, and as our horse's 
hoofs had begun to crack from sand, 
we decided to have him shod. The 
only smith we could find was a man 
eighty-four years old who only shod 
the very "quietest of horses." We con- 
vinced him that that was the very horse 
we had, so he did it. While he was 
busy on the horse we borrowed his 
tools and cut three feet off the length 
of our buckboard, as every time we 
turned a corner it was so long that it 
threw us off the seat into the road. 
Saturday afternoon, July 3d, we visited 
the stone quarries at Fitz Williams, N. 
H., and drove through Troy, N. H., 
camping a half mile North of that 
place. Here on Sunday morning we 




had our first experience with the strict We did not move next day, but 
prohibition laws. We went into the camped beside a stream where we did 
town to get the Sunday papers and our washing, fishing, slept and enjoyed 
seeing a sign on a building announcing life generally. From the time we en- 
tice Cream," decided to try some be- tered New Hampshire and began to 
fore walking back to camp. We en- circle Mt. Monadnock, the scenery had 
tered and were asked what we wanted been magnificent and the trout abun- 
to drink. dant. A welcome awaited us at every 
"What have you ?" we asked, and the house, and many times the occupants 
question seemed to cause astonishment came running out to the road to ask 
as they answered : what we were selling or if we would 
" Why, anything you want ; whiskey, stay and help them get in their hay or 
beer, wine, ginger ale, anything." something of the kind. We often stop- 
As we were both of the "Water ped at some nice looking place and 
Wagon" persuasion we were not lucra- asked if we could buy a loaf of bread. 

tive customers for that 
"Ice Cream" parlor. 
About sunset we drove 
through Keene, N. H., 
and camped at the 
stone crushing plant 
about a mile north of 
the city. We walked 
in at midnight to see 
how the Fourth was 
begun in Keene and 
learned of the destruc- 
tion of the Spanish 
fleet at Santiago, so, of 
course, were on hand 
early the next morning 
with the entire popula- 
tion of the place to get 
the papers from Bos- 
ton. The station was 
crowded and the bovs 


or eggs, and never 
once were we refused. 
Generally pie and 
doughnuts came with 
^ the bread, and to tako 
pay seemed against 
the ethics of the coun- 
try. We had to effect 
a compromise and pay 
ten or fifteen cents as 
a courtesy price. 

A t Hillsboro w e 
camped three days 
after a somewhat in- 
hospitable reception. 
A band of gypsies was 
in the vicinity and 
when we asked per- 
mission of a farmer 
to camp in his pasture 
we were told to go 
about our business in 
But finally he became 

did a big business. 

As I crowded forward to get a paper, short order 

a young lady stepped from the train convinced that we were not a part of 

and thrusting a check into my ^ hand, the gypsy encampment and relented, 

said: "Here, get my trunk up to No. Three days we camped with him, fished 

4A Blank street, and be quick about his streams, helped with his hay and 

it." She gave me no chance to say a enjoyed life generally. To this day 

word, but hurried off so that I had to 
see that it was done. I thought at the 
time that if she lost her trunk it might 
make her less hurried and more polite 
in the future. 

At Atrim, N. H., we were invited to 
stay to see the celebration in the even- 

farmer Brown has a warm spot in our 
hearts. Here, too, we met our first 
Yankee horse trader. 

Would we trade ? 

Sure ! He produced a couple of 
gold watches and offered the pair 
for our team. But we had seen them 

ing, but finding that it consisted of before. They cost $1.98 in any civil- 
shooting the blacksmith's anvil, we ized village. The sawyer in a nearby 
passed on. mill desired to buy our "team" but could 



only give his note until he had an op- 
portunity to go to his home, twelve or 
fourteen miles distance. We asked our 
friend Farmer Brown, if the note was 
good. "Good!! Of course! Why! that 
man makes $9.00 a week nine months 
in the year," which shows the maximum 
wage of that section; but board is $2.00 
and $2.50 for the very best. We finally 
made a trade with Bob Clemens, the 
horse trader, for another horse with 
$5.00 and a watch chain to boot. The 
horses were about even, but we had the 
$5.00, and felt rather well satisfied 
with our first experience with the 
Yankee trader. 

Our road book showed us that we 
were nearing Lake Winnepesaukee, so 
we pushed on and camped on the West 
shore near Laconia. Don't neglect to 
provide a good road book. The L. A. 


Too much sunshine in our souls to be ruffled 

W. publications are excellent. Here 
we spent several days in camp, fishing, 
boating and exploring. We met several 
people from Massachusetts, and made 
friendships that have lasted to this day.. 
On again to Ossipee and the lake of 
that name, where we again made a three 

days' stop, with luck all with us as far 
as fish were concerned. A cordial wel- 
come and good weather were giving us 
the time of our lives. The White 
Mountains were all about us and trips 
to all the points of interest kept us 
busy. Then on to Conway and Red- 
stone, to North Conway, and we had 
reached our goal. Here we pitched 
camp on the edge of a mountain stream, 
near an enclosed pasture where our 
horse could be left in safety. A week 
we spent here, and such a week ! The 
days were not long enough for all we 
would crowd into them. A convention 
of New England school teachers was 
in session there and helped to make 
the end of our trip a success. So much 
so that one of them has since embarked 
on a much longer trip with me to my 
everlasting happiness and advantage. 
Perhaps you, dear reader, may meet as 
pleasant a fate if you take a similar 

But the time had come when we must 
turn home again. We could not take 
the time to drive, so sold our "team" en- 
tire for $25.00; gave our oil stove, can, 
etc., to a nearby farmer who had been 
very kind to us, and, folding the bed- 
ding in the tent, shipped the bundle 
home by freight. 

We took the train for Boston and ar- 
rived there at 11. 15 p. m. This was de- 
liberate, for we were not in very good 
shape to stand the gaze of the critical 
Hub. Six weeks had left us anything 
but a dandified costume. We entered 
the office of one of Boston's well-known 
hotels and called for two rooms with 
private bath. The clerk, after a criti- 
cal stare, and without any preparation 
to assign us, remarked quite curtly, 
"We get $5.00 for that," but after he 
found that we had the five he assigned 
the rooms, but with an air that seemed 
to say, "I wonder where they got it?" 
We got our bath. Early in the morn- 
ing a bell boy was sent to purchase 
clean linen for us and instructed to 
see how long it would take to get our 
trousers cleaned and pressed. Till 9.30, 
the tailor said. It did ! 9.30 — 10.30 — 



11.30 — 12.30 — 1.30 and we must needs 
sit there in a hot hotel room trouser- 
less. At 2.45 p. m. we got them back. 
But even that experience hardly ruffled 
our tempers. We had too much sun- 
shine in our souls, to be ruffled. Six 
weeks we had been out in pure air and 
sunshine. We had climbed mountains, 
fished lakes, and streams, associated 
with the finest of people, and slept under 
the moon and stars. Our outfit had 
cost us about $15.00. We had realized 
$30.00. Our expenses had not been 

$4.00 for any one week, and a better, 
stronger, healthier pair of fellows vou 
never saw than we were on our return 
If you doubt it, try it. I have not been 
able to tell one fraction of the pleasures 
of such a trip. If you can't take it six 
weeks, take it six days. I am going to 
repeat it this summer through the St. 
Croix Valley, and August will be the 
month. My companion this time is to 
be my wife — that same schoolma'am i 
first met at the end of my very, very 
Best Outing. 



Jack-in-the-pulpit says to-day, 
He never can preach and much less pray, 
While the violets laugh and the lilies nod, 
And the anemones dance in the house of God. 

High in the belfry, winds ring out 
The columbine's chimes, while many a shout 
From the wag-tail lithe from the bank below 
Is evangel enough till the roses blow. 

Thrust in the vestry, calm and sweet, 
The Angelus sings in deepest retreat ; 
All the passion is gone from the rebel heart, 
But that love which it does not bid depart. 

Jack-in-the-pulpit! then today, 

You need not preach and must not pray ; 

The communicants drink of the cup called Peace, 

'Twere-a curse now to bring them Sorrow's lease. 




Illustrations by the author 


DECENTLY I cruised in the rivers 
of Florida and skirted the ba- 
yous and swamps of Louisiana — 
where the American crocodile once 
swarmed — without seeing a specimen. 
The hunter and invalid-tourist have 
done their worst. However, the hardy 
explorer, willing" to brave the fatigues 
and mosquitoes of the wilderness, may 
still hope to see and hear things of 
nature. If he ever hears the bellow 
of a bull crocodile and sees him in full 
size in his haunt, he will want to tell 
about him forever after. 

In sight of the deep woods in the 
swampy bayous bordering the Gulf of 
Mexico, lies Barataria, a bayou, a bog 
and a rank borderland, inhabited by 
hunters and fishermen. They prey upon 
the game feeding in the malarial waters 

and oak-covered islands, using the bay- 
ous and lakes as a highway to the mar- 
ket at New Orleans. The hide of the 
alligator is the quest of many, and is 
sought winter and summer — the year 

I found my way to the home of the 
hunters and engaged two to guide me 
through the rank maze of sloughs to 
their hunting grounds. 

Being summer, it was a quest with 
shotgun and rifle. Leonce, the Creole, 
had just returned with fifty-five skins 
for the itinerant merchant. He had been 
paid from twenty-five to fifty cents each 
for them, and was recovering from the 
usual orgie, which left such an attack 
of hiccoughs that quarts of swamp 
water failed to cure it. He was 
left to himself without regret, and 





sturdy, teutonic John Helmer took the 
oars of his "pinnish" and swung down 

in his stomach to prevent the collapse 
of that useful organ, has always been 
a prized memory. During this season 
long poles armed with a hook are used 
in probing where bubbles come to the 

The torpid brutes move on being 
touched, and frequently bite the hook. 

Two men grapple the creature with 
two hooks, lift him to the side of the 
canoe and hit him with a tomahawk. 

The hide is cut around the bony 
edge of the back, stripped off the belly 
and legs, salted and sold to the buyer. 
The musk and oil are sold as by-prod- 
ucts. The teeth go the same way, 
eventually to be mounted and placed in 
the mouths of teething babes. 

The habitually sluggish, placid swim- 

a sluggish stream, under cypresses and mer and basker is swift and expert when 
oaks, due south. I took my trick at the feeding. His powerful tail serves to 
oars, and enjoyed tales of hid- 
den treasure, of pirates and 
slave-traders, of great hunts, of 
tigers, geese, ducks and rep- 
tiles. The tenderfoot hears 
many strange stories tinc- 
tured by the enlarging imag- 
ination of lonely woodsmen. 
If John had brought in half 
'the number of treasures of 
hides and flesh that he 
claimed, and been paid a fair 
price, why should he now 
slave for a poor man like me ? 

Descriptions of animals and 
their habits, unconnected with 
deeds of prowess of the nar- 
rator, are of interest, and these I try flip raccoons, muskrats and birds into 
to believe. For instance, John's his maw, or, with open jaws and lying 
account of the winter hunt when the upon his side, schools of small fish are 
alligator hibernates in the muddy bot- gratefully received. 

torn, with chunks of wood, coal and mud The love of pork has caused a price 

to be put upon his head. I 
was v told of his attempting to 
climb into pig-styes, where 
cautious farmers take the 
trouble to keep their property 
, away from the shores. I have 
-jS*^-****"' seen the crocodile stand and 

walk like a dog, and was told 
^. - " that he is a good runner, al- 

though that is hard to believe. 
the skinning process Fortunately human flesh does 




not tempt the reptile to exploits by land, monster measuring- thirteen feet. He 
Otherwise there would be no safety for stretched the skin to eighteen and 
hands on plantations bordering the cy- mounted it with a group of young- ones, 

press swamps of the Mississippi and its 
bayou-outlets. Of all good things, the 
dog is his favorite morsel, this fact be- 
ing fully realized by the latter. If there 
be a dangerous stream to cross, 
the clever cur will call up the 
enemy by barking, then run up 
stream and swim for life. I 
have never witnessed this oc- 
currence, but have seen coons 
catch crawfish, using their tails 
for line and bait ; so why not 
believe the other story? 

There is no close season , 
on crocodiles, and the hunter 
gets after his victim in sum- 
mer with shotgun, besides 
baiting a hook with a black- 
bird, or with alligator flesh. 
When hooked in this manner 
he lands his fish with the aid 
of a horse. 

A few animals are kept alive 
in a corral to serve as bait in crab-fish- 
ing, as their musky odor is pervasive 
and attractive to fish as well as to 

which he sold for one thousand dollars. 
I heard twenty-one feet mentioned as 
the record. Stretch it to thirty and be- 
hold a terrible man-eater, fit for a show! 


On arriving at "the temple/' an In- 
dian shell mound with oak trees and a 
shanty growing out of the weeds, we set 
negroes, who also relish the tail as food, up our close-meshed mosquito-net over 
The largest animal John killed was a a bed of moss, laid upon an upturned 






crab-car. Then we crossed the broad- 
ening bayou to enter a labyrinth of 
marshy waters hand- 
somely lined with 
flowering plants and 
graceful reeds. Birds 
and dragon-flies were 
numerous, but the pesti- 
ferous mosquito re- 
mained at home to await 
our return. I rowed 
standing and looking 
forward, talking freely 
but careful not to vi- 
brate the water b y 
thumping the boat. 

At the first point we 
rounded, a dark speck 
moved slowly, then it 
grew larger, showing an 
unmistakable head. Beyond was a 
beady length that sought the slielter of 
the vegetation. John was not long get- 
ting a shot and causing the 
head to sink. Another small 
target he missed clean. 

The darkness came and a 
bull's-eye lantern, burning alli- 
gator oil, was strapped to 
John's forehead. It cast a 
disk of radiance along the pla- 
cid water and encircled a pair 
of rubies. The gun thundered 
and again scored a miss. Other 


ruby eyes appeared and disap- 
peared before I succeeded in 
putting the shooter within a 
yard of a dazed pair of glowing 
optics. This time the reptile 
was picked up, limp, and laid 
in the bottom of the boat. I 
had reason later to think him 
a specimen of the rattlesnake 

Having witnessed the hunt 

and secured a model to draw 

from, we rowed homeward, or 

mosquito-net-ward. Suddenly 

there was a lively commotion in 

the obscure bottom of the boat 

— the alligator had come to life 

and was thrashing his tail. 

The lantern displayed him 

holding fast to a loose plank at my feet. 

Two cuts of the hatchet paralyzed him 

and were the only 

wounds visible at the 

skinning next day. 

While writing of 
slaughter I might men- 
tion the ninety mosqui- 
toes found upon my pil- 
low ; intruders through 
a mesh as fine as cheese- 

Of a hundred harm- 
less, picturesque alliga- 
tors I have seen, or 
owned as pets, I must 
plead guilty of having 
hit one with a brick — 
probably not hurting the 
animal— of catching a 
lively one in a seine and of shooting 
several to secure one as a model from 
which to draw. "There is no suffi- 



ciently expressive adjective in the Eng- sleeping " gator" adorning the shore 

lish language to qualify the kind of of a romantic bayou in the Sunny 

sportsman who joyously butchers a South. 



Come down the path where the bayberry grows, 
And the bobolink sings in the tree ; 

Follow the winding way just as it goes, 
Till you smell the salt breath of the sea. 

Not the great, gruff sea whose waves all day 

On the barren coast are tossed ; 
But one of his children who's wandered away, 

And, amid the green meadows, got lost. 

The waters laugh, so blue and so free, 
With the glint of the sun on their breast ; 

The tall marsh grasses wave merrily 
With the breezy day's unrest. 

Then in we dash with a bounding splash ; 

The waters we gladly greet ; 
In diamonds drop they leap and flash 

And our rough embrace they meet. 

O, bird on the wing, through the air you skim ; 

Your flight is boundless and free ; 
But through the clear water to dive and to swim 

Is a greater joy to me! 

Streams of melted ice 




F T E R months of 
waiting and longing, 
we had met to start 
on a hunting trip in- 
to British Columbia. 
Standing on t h e 
platform below the 
incline extending 
down the Canadian 
side of the gorge to 
the Whirlpool Rap- 
i d s at Niagara, 
Frank looked at the 
raging torrent, 
across which an athlete could throw a 
silver dollar. 

"Of course it is exquisite, " he ad- 
mitted ; "in a limited sense, it is peer- 
less and indescribable. Decent sort of 
golden mist np there over the amethyst 
flood in the notch of the Horseshoe. 
But the hills around here are not forty 
feet high, and that 'awful' chasm is a 
scant ten rods deep, — say 160 feet." 

We eyed him sharply. Had he the 
hardihood to ridicule this greatest fall 
of water in the world? "What do you 
mean?" Dan demanded. 

ijc >fc ^ >K ^ ^ 

"Boys," he drawled, as we lighted 
cigars and lounged in easy chairs on 
the porch of the Clifton House, "save 
your big wonder-words. We leave in 
two hours for a month with really big 
things, — hills, fish, glaciers a hundred 
miles long and hundreds of feet deep, 
torrents and water-drops, grizzlies, cin- 
namons, and the biggest lot of un- 
fenced nature on the continent. No, 
that does not spell Colorado, although 
she's all right. Count the peaks in 
Colorado over 14,000 feet high ; com- 
pare, and note how the Alps suffer by 

that. For up around the Mount of the 
Holy Cross is the backbone of North 
America. But we are after fool-hens 
and big-horns and mountain goats a 
thousand miles further north, and an- 
other thousand miles west of Colorado. 
Our hills will be a half mile lower ; but 
glaciers and waterfalls, — well ! Nothing 
in even the Himalayas or Andes so fine 
as the White Fire, Twins and Yoho ! 
Yes, finer that the Yellowstone and 
Yosemite. No, it's not Alaska. But I'm 
not giving an illustrated lecture; pack 
your grips and come on ; we shall live 
five days in a sleeping-car." 

Chicago, St. Paul, Rat Portage, Win- 
nipeg, and then days and nights speed- 
ing through a level region where blan- 
keted squaws sell bead and basket work 
at the dingy stations ; Moose-Jaw, 
Medicine Hat, the foothills, mountains 
that increase to majesty, and far, sur- 
prising ranges and vistas ; Banff and 
more titanic hills and prospects ; Lag- 
gan, and yet other mountain-worlds, 
then Field, our destination ! 

Two bronzed men in buckskin trous- 
ers with fringes, corduroy jackets and 
broad hats, announce that they are our 
"helpers," for guide was then an almost 
unknown term. They escorted us to the 
Mt. Stephen Hotel, where we learned 
the excellence of British fare. 

We looked from our windows the 
next morning and saw a buckboard 
wagon piled high with camping uten- 
sils and foods. Tents, blankets and a 
pair of oars were strapped with the 
diamond hitch upon a donkey ; two 
other mules and three saddled horses 
formed the balance of the dingy caval- 
cade that wound out of town, followed 
by Western jokes and loud wishes of 


"" " ' ■' "" ■ ' 

Scenes for a hundred miles 

Taxing the Eye 

By A. O. Wheeler 



goodwill. Our road lay along the right 
bank of the Kicking Horse river. No 
wonder the horse kicked, for that trail 
was then horrible. At the junction 
of the stream with the Emerald river 
a boat was hauled from the water and 
fastened over the strongest donkey. 
Here began our real parting with civil- 

If men could live on scenery, we 
would have needed no cook and "grub." 
Mass a dozen Switzerlands, make the 
peaks a fifth higher, remove the chalets 
and villages, and you will spell the 
region stretching away from Field in 
all directions. 

Right behind us, east by north, and 
across the railroad track, Mt. Stephen 
rose, its peak glittering like a visible 
dream a mile and a half above us. Mt. 
Field and Mt. Burgess were quite as im- 
pressive, — hanging glaciers, tremendous 
crags ! We turn to the right, go around 
the base of Burgess, and enter a straight 
and narrow road cut through a forest 
of white spruces standing a hundred 
and fifty feet high, and so close to- 
gether that one may touch two trunks 
almost anywhere with outstretched 
arms. At one end of this green lane, 
Emerald mountain is visible ; Mt. Vaux 
stands like a sentinel beyond the west 

The trail turns to the right, and is 
yet rougher. Five miles from Field 
it again strikes Emerald creek. We 
followed the stream, forded it and 
traveled along its right bank to our 
little shanty or "shack" on the west 
shore of Emerald lake. 

With a boat and a trolling spoon fair 
fishing may be had there and some very 
large trout are taken. Its outlet and 
the Kicking Horse also furnish brook 
trout for anglers. But while the angling 
is far better than in most streams and 
lakes in the States it has little interest 
for the stranger from the East. For 
he is awed by the tremendous scenery, 
right before him are streams of melted 
ice of glaciers falling from mountains 
a mile high — crags and precipices with 
woods skirting their brinks bathed in 

clearest sunlight. Everything sticks 
up on edge to dizzy heights and in one 
place on the trail to the Yoho valley 
a strata of rock set on edges dammed 
the river until it gradually wore a hole 
throught the barriers. A three-pound 
fish taken in such a place seems a mere 

Royal days and nights I spent alone 
in camp beside the lake, while my com- 
rades and the guides toiled on Mt. 
Burgess to shoot goats and sheep ! The 
boat was big and comfortable and 
fine for trolling; the blankets and 
bough bunks the very home of sleep. 
It can rain in that country. Pouncing 
gusts, blackest cloud-rushes, and 
enough of lightning and thunder to 
make camping picturesque ! Across the 
lake was a patch of briers where black- 
berries were ripe, — a perfect lunching 
place beside that spring. Once I all but 
put a hand on a fool-hen which was 
lunching off the berries. The bird "got 
up" with a heart-dazing bu-r-r-r-r? not 
two feet away. These birds are so 
tame that they will not fly until fairly 
pushed off their perch. I potted three 
with a pistol at a distance of six feet. 
The male bird has a black breast and 
tail, crimson eyes around dark pupils, 
mottled brown feathers, and weighs 
about two pounds. The fool-hen is 
called Franklin's grouse by the natural- 
ists. It is delicious when roasted, and 
has saved many a hunter's and prospec- 
tor's life. Its young are hatched in 
June and July. It is found only be- 
tween six and nine thousand feet above 
the sea. Emerald lake had its fair 
quota of fool-hens during our camp 
life there. 

But to fish, row, shoot, and eat and 
sleep all alone, grew tiresome ; a hunt- 
er who was my guest after breaking 
bread with me, scared me with warn- 
ings of danger from marauding griz- 
zlies. "Keep yer rifle ; man killed 
daouwn thar in ther bushes on ther 
p'int not six weeks ergo." Friendly 
Indians later denied this. The hunting 
party came down Burgess, sore, mad, 
hungry, and so irritable that it was 

A halt beside the lake 

amusing and I knew at once that they 
had not seen a sheep or goat. 

After one night of sound sleep, the 
mystery of the hills to the north lured 
us into breaking camp. Our burros 
and packhorses filed around the north 
end or head af the lake, and began to 
ascend an outrageously rough trail. 
Streams from melting ice fell along the 
face of the mountain to be dashed into 
mist five and six hundred feet below. 
After mounting 2,000 feet, we turned 
into heavy forest, passing an exquisite 
little pond called Yoho lake, beyond 
which, in the east, we could trace the 
curving buttresses of hills that formed 
that canyon, and could hear the Yoho 
river raging down its gorge. Of all 
ideal camping places, surely that grassy 
spot beside the water at the edge of 
the magnificent spruces seemed to be 
the best. Again we found fair fishing 
in the pond; plenty of ten-inch brook 
trout in two brooks across which one 
could step. We camped there for the 
night. What a dining-room ! Be- 
spangled ceilings, mountain ranges for 
dadoes, and frescoes of summer cloud- 
palaces above them. We were ashamed 
of our appetites. No butter, milk or 

sugar, but tea, hardtack, mountain 
trout fried with bacon, the inevitable 
orange marmalade made in London, 
spring water and the best of air. Then 
sleep, with the drone of a distant cata- 
ract in our ears. 

A rapid march of twenty minutes the 
next morning brought us to Point 

Across a wild valley, whose nearest 
side bore a spruce forest whose trees 
were often four feet through at the bot- 
tom, and a mile across that gorge a 
thousand feet deep, an astounding river 
of glacier water leaps from half way 
down the opposite mountain ! 

Its first fall is about 400 feet. Al- 
ready snow-white before it plunges, 
writhing as if knowing it had got into 
an awful scrape, thundering, raging, 
protesting, it strikes a shelf of rock and 
is spilled outward into space, falling 
down, down, absolutely white in hue 
1,200 more feet! A fierce wind deflect- 
ed the spume and mist ; sunshine wove 
rainbows through that veil ; cloud- 
shadows gave it ever changing hues 
and sharpness of detail. And with that 
marvelous view and the thunder of the 
fall always present, we went down a, 



By H. H. Dean 



thousand feet into the canyon and saw 
uprooted spruces in the grasp of the 
torrent that were carried by it a meas- 
ured half mile in thirty seconds ! More 
dripping's from crags, and wild flow- 
ers, mosses and ferns. 

The din was unbearable, and up we 
went over a blind and outrageous trail, 
climbing all the afternoon, until we 
were on the left bank of the upper 
Yoho river, and above the Great Falls 
to where two nameless streams form 
the river. The miserable journey of 
five miles was exhausting to the point 
of collapse. The guides pitched the 
tent and rolled Dan, sound asleep, into 
his blankets. That was our "perma- 
nent" camp from which we sought 
sheep and goats — seeing a very few and 
shooting none. The writer fired twice 
at sheep, once where a miss was inex- 
cusable, and the fine fellow scampered 
over almost impossible rocks plunged 
many feet and got away. 

Along the left bank, of the left 
branch of the river was a yet more hor- 
rible trail for five miles to the forefoot 
and unknown expanse of the great 
Wapta Glacier. We slept on it ten 
nights, to get the early morning shoot- 
ing, and all without getting a single 
head. The glacier has a motion of 
about two feet every twenty-four hours. 
We were often waked by the groans, 
heaving and "explosions" of the frac- 
turing ice. The desolation and remote- 
ness were indescribable. Crevasses, 
serac, couloire, neve, moraine and arete 
are not mentioned. The pictures show- 
ing the rivers of ice and the glacier's 
snout will explain far better than 

Why call it Ice Land, Mountain 
Land, Glacier Land? All that is mani- 
fest. Above all, it was Sun Land, — be- 
ing almost cloudless every day for about 
sixty days in midsummer. Scenes for 
a hundred miles in all directions, tax- 
ing the eye, and with such giants as 
Balfour, Gordon and the Witch Crown 
in all the sharpness of detail are won- 
derfully clear in that clear air. We 
were tired, happy and hypnotized. 

Up the other branch of the Yoho 
we found two goats ; but they were as 
elusive as ghosts. We longed for less 
scenery and more chances to fire at 
big game. Finally, a week of strenu- 
ous effort to secure at least one head of 
a bighorn. But those animals live 
above the timber line, coming down to 
the brush to browse on twigs, ferns and 
mosses, so one has to get above them, 
or they race back to safety and vanish. 
Few -realize what it means to stalk them 
in their chosen homes. Not even a city 
athlete, much less the "tenderfoot," 
should attempt serious hunting for 
these animals without a month of train- 
ing on the mountains. 

I looked long through my field- 
glasses, and located four sheep munch- 
ing at the twigs on the edge of a rag- 
ged patch of stunted trees two thou- 
sand feet above me with one of their 
number standing apart on a snow-field 
as a sentinel. It was two miles to 
camp ; blankets and foods except our 
hardtack were back there. The climb 
to those sheep was a mile to the left, 
risking broken limbs and drowning at 
a point where the torrent could per- 
haps be crossed by using the trunk of 
a fallen spruce and the tops of rocks 
around which the water roared. Then, 
a climb of a thousand feet more (the 
Twin Falls are 700 feet high), to the 
valley or table-land forming their 
upper basin. Then, another mile of 
climbing. Finally, the skirting of the 
base of the pinnacle, and getting above 
the sheep (always assuming that they 
remained there), while constantly risk- 
ing discovery by this marvel of keen 
sight. Possibly a long uncertain shot 
at last. If by happy chance the 
sheep fell there would be a painful 
backward descent during another day 
of exhausting effort, and a return with 
the horns to our camp. No wonder 
that Frank danced with joy at secur- 
ing a fine head from an Indian for 
twelve dollars. 

It is all very well to get enthusiastic 
on a sleeping car or in a city restaurant 
as two hobnobbing cronies exchange 

The desolation and remoteness were indescribable 

By A. O. Wheeler 

alleged experiences of actually bring- 
ing down this waif of the highest hills. 
The smoke from cigars, the light from 
candelabras and the air fragrant with 
notes of the "Blue Danube" or "Hia- 
watha," that is one thing. The peaks, 
the awful heights and thin air, the ex- 
citement, worry, and probable failure 
after days and nights, are quite an- 
other. Here is a picture of Dan on 
such a quest, far up the side of Mt. 
Field. Sore and bruised already by a 
day of tramping, always in danger of 
falling and fracturing a limb, he has 
summoned all his courage for a su- 
preme effort. He climbs, climbs, 
climbs, until his heart beats ominously, 
and his legs almost refuse to obey the 
stern will. He sinks beside a mass of 
mountain boulders, and wonders if that 
rifle does not weigh fifty pounds in- 

stead of nine. He has been ascending 
three hours through the golden sun- 
shine ; yet before him are at least five 
hours more of climbing, with a good 
prospect of falling down some cliff and 
breaking his neck ; for the hillsides have 
no trail. Along the skirt of the patch 
of spruces and white birch, he sees a 
sheep with a royal pair of horns. The 
animal is two thousand feet above him. 
Glacier water flows in rills and forms 
a stream whose low hiss . comes to him 
to stimulate his courage ! He can not 
face the raillery at home ; he must not 
lie to his wife more than three thou- 
sand miles away, — and he dreads to ad- 
mit he has returned, after all this ex- 
pense and effort, with no head of a 
sheep to show his friends as they gather 
with him in that dining-room on the 
Riverside Drive in New York. Now 




for it ; and he again climbs until he 
fears death, scales the cliffs, passes the 
night on the pinnacle while crouched, 
sleepless, and watching the moonlight 
set that upper world of snow and ice 
to glittering*. He does see and shoot 
at one of the bucks, misses, and appears 
in camp the next day to not only vow 
but swear that he wants the camp brok- 
en and the return journay started the 
next morning. He sleeps "around the 
clock," eats for four ; his growls gradu- 
ally change to renewed longing as he 
sees another sheep ; and, always hoping, 
he climbs again, gripped by the com- 
bined charm of the hunt and of that 
Sky World, a mesmerism whose power 
is known only to those who have actual- 
ly felt it. 

Vain trials, and the draining of the 
cup of chagrin ! Oh, for more camp 


supplies, and another week here ! But 
Dan has secured the heads of two goats 
and we have the purchased horns of a 
sheep, all we could show for a month 
of expensive hardship. Frank wonders 
and asks, 

"They call this fun. Is it?" 
But we also returned with much that 
we could not show, — memories of 
places and scenes whose peer probably 
do not exist in the world. 

That trip has become easy. Chalets, 
lodges and resting cabins have been 
placed along the far smoother trail, 
even to the Laughing and Twin Falls. 
The fishing has become poor ; and not 
even a field glass will reveal the pres- 
ence of a sheep on the peaks. But the 
wild grandeur and stern majesty (I use 
the strong language deliberately) re- 
main, and may be reached in compara- 
tive comfort. 

One of the attractions of the region 
is the mingling of the quiet, almost im- 
perishable hills "ancient as the sun," 
with the fragility and evanescence of 
the rainbows and the wild flowers. 
Some of the sheltered nooks have 
grassy slopes, facing southward that 
are starred with big wood-violets right 
below eternal ice not a hundred feet 
away. Acres of lilies of the valley 
growing wild and perfuming 
all the air ; the dull red of the 
rhododendron bloom ; the 
pink, apple-blossom hues of 
the laurel flower ; and great 
patches of wild roses, the 
wry necked goblin thistles ; 
these, in turn, will startle 
and enchant the hunter and 
climber. Sometimes when 
guided by his happy star, he 
will find a flower much like 
the lonely edelweis nodding 
in the crisp air. Two of 
these blossoms, carefully 
plucked, pressed and dried, 
are before me. They grew 
above the spring at our per- 
manent camp where the two 
branches of the Yoho came 
together. The spring de- 
serves honorable mention. Although 
Dan is practical and rather cynical, he 
"breaks" into poetry, as follows : 

It was just a little violet on the bank above 
the spring, 
Just a tiny point of blue a-nodding in the 
saucy air. 
And as we saw the beauty of that wee and 
winsome thing, 
We felt that it was glad to see us back and 
drinking there. 



y- 3|- ^fH 



OME wonderful 
yarns have been 
spun about the bea- 
ver. A great many 
are pure fiction, yet 
having seen a good 
deal of the animal 
in the undisturbed 
solitudes where it 
is at home, I con- 
fess to a profound 
admiration for i t s 

I do not think 
that we can credit some of the things 
the beaver does to pure instinct. 
Its actions often seem to be the 
result of thoughtful deliberation. The 
beaver sometimes selects a stream in 
which to build that is shallow, but 
when it does so you will invariably find 
that, a short distance below the spot 
where the house is to be built, there is 
a possibility of damming the stream, 
so as to make a pond, having about 
six feet of water just where the house 
is to stand. The house is built first 
of sticks and branches plastered over 
with mud, making a beehive-shaped 
structure. The entrance is at a point 
that will eventually be several feet 
under the water. After sufficient ma- 
terial has been gathered for the house, 
the beaver gnaws out a passageway 
into it, sloping upward to a circular 
chamber, which is just about water 
level, from which leads another pas- 
sageway into the living room, still! 

The house having been completed, the 
beaver or rather the beavers, for 
several, of course, unite their forces, 
start work upon the dam. When the 
stream is at all rapid I found that the 
willow and birch branches were laid 
with their sharp butts down stream, and 

the twigs pointing up stream. Upon 
the butts the beaver places quite heavy 
stones, showing a wonderful apprecia- 
tion of the mechanical benefit to be de- 
rived by enlisting the power of the 
running water to force the butts into 
the mud and gravel, or, if you prefer, 
a still more wonderful instinct. Of . 
course, if a flood came before the dam 
was finished, it would be carried away, 
and the animals would have to start over 
again., something they would lose little 
time in doing, as their industry and per- 
severance are proverbial. The tendency 
of the sharp pointed butt with a heavy 
weight upon it some little distance up 
stream, is to penetrate more deeply into 
the mud as the pressure of water upon 
the upper branches increases. 

Layer upon layer of boughs are 
placed, one upon the other, large 
stones being freely distributed, until, 
at length, the dam has reached such a 
height that there will be at least six 
feet of water at the house. The top of 
the dam is always thickly covered with 
mud well plastered down by the 
beavers. It has been said that the 
crown of the dam always curves up 
stream. This is not the case, though 
there is often a bend in it, sometimes 
almost at right angles, to take advan- 
tage of the support of some boulder 
occupying the bed. of the stream, and 
when this is the case the sections of the 
dam leading into the boulder, always 
run up stream. 

The habits of the beaver render it ab- 
solutely vital that it shall have a free 
exit to the water at all times. This is 
the object of the dam. By providing a 
pond that will never freeze to within 
three feet of the bottom, the beaver can 
always get out of its house to escape 
from an enemy, or to bring in fresh sup- 
plies. Their principal food is the bark 

4 8 

run miAi'im as a builder 


of the poplar, maple, birch and willow, 
and in the fall they ent down and haul 
to the water large quantities of these 
trees and shrubs, felling them, by 
means of two notches they gnaw into 
the tree, just as an axe-man notches a 
spruce with his axe. They can 
generally arrange so that the tree shall 
fall about where they want it, but not 
always, as one finds sometimes a large 
poplar left where it fell, because it was 
in such an awkward situation that the 
beaver could not cut it into logs and 
drag it down to the pond. These food 
supplies are stored in the pond and 
underneath the ice, and are hauled into 
the house as occasion demands. 

Most of the winter is passed in 
sleep, yet the beaver often comes 
out early in the spring, long before 
the snow has disappeared, as I have 
seen their tracks frequently. In ad- 
dition to the beavers that live in colo- 
nies and build houses, there are the 
bank beavers that seem to lead a soli- 
tary existence, and are said by the 
Indians to be morose old bachelors, but 
as to this I cannot say. My personal 
opinion; though I am open to convic- 
tion, is that the reason these beavers 
have their houses in the banks is that 
there exists already sufficient water for 
their purpose without house building. 
Consequently, they do not need to club 
together in order to build. 

Beavers usually cut down trees less 
than eight inches in diameter, but they 
have been known to cut them as large 
as fourteen or fifteen inches. The larger 
trees are usually felled in order to get 
at the branches. Logs that are cut to put 
in the dam are generally from four to 
five inches in diameter, and not exceed- 
ing four feet in length. These logs are 
cut so near the water that the beavers 
are generally able to slide them into the 
pond, though, occasionally, they have to 
leave some behind, as everyone who has 
studied the workings of the beaver 
knows. You will find that they usually 
cut down trees so that the logs fall upon 
ground that is slanting towards the 
water. One or two beavers then fasten 

their teeth in the log and shake it, pull- 
ing it at the same time. Thus the log 
is moved to the pond. 

Sometimes the houses are built about 
the roots of a large tree; and again they 
are often built among the alder bushes. 
Green poplar does not float, and the ba- 
sis of their house is generally made of 
this tree. 

The young beavers work alongside 
their parents in the construction of the 
dam, but the old ones do most of the 
work, and afterwards carefully attend 
to any damages that may have happened 
through floods or accident, until the ice 
is set for the winter. 

The beavers work according to a cer- 
tain system. Once they have fixed a 
number of logs, both horizontal and 
perpendicular, in their dam, they stop 
all the gaps with stones and mud, and, 
possibly, with water-soaked timber. 
Even grass leaves may be worked in. 
A discharge is always left in the dam, 
a foot or two below the general level. 
A heavy coating of mud is relied upon 
as a final waterproof covering to the 
dam. This mud is generally scratched 
up from the bottom of the stream, above 
the dam, and the water holds it in sus- 
pension, so that the current carries the 
fine mud against the face of the dam. 
Also, they carry mud clasped between 
their forefeet and their breasts. 

The favorite hours of work are be- 
tween sunset and dawn, but in the au- 
tumn, when the nights are long, they 
do not work so late. In the spring and 
early summer they are out by four in 
the afternoon, and may work long after 
sunrise on dark, rainy mornings. 

Although the beaver is a very strong 
animal for its size, it does not often 
carry a stone weighing more than four 
or five pounds ; and, it must be remem- 
bered that these stones are usually han- 
dled in the water, when their weight 
.would be much reduced. 

The dam is needed in order to make 
a pond for winter use. The floods in 
spring pass over the dam, sometimes in 
a sheet of solid water, several feet deep ; 
but the beavers are not put out thereby, 



as they no longer require a dam when 
they can go out and feed at will. They 
sleep all day in summer, and in winter 
they practically pass their whole time n 
sleep, all the beavers in the lodge nest- 
ling together for warmth. When they 
feel hungry they bring some of their 
food into the lodge, peeling the stick 
from end to end, and then pushing it 
out into the deep water. 

In each beaver clan that has not been 
interfered with, there are in summer 
three generations of beavers ; the par- 
ents, the young ones of the previous 
spring, known to the Hudson Bay trad- 
ers as "middling beaver," and the fam- 
ily lodge kittens of the present year. 
Each autumn the middling beavers 
leave to set up an establishment of their 

The worst foe of the beaver is, of 
course, the trapper. After him comes 
the wolverine, and then the otter. Left 
to themselves, they increase rapidly, but 
unfortunately, their fur is so valuable 
that, excepting far from civilization, 
they have but little chance to multiply 
and increase. 

The Indian is the best game protector 
of us all. He realizes fully the import- 

ance, to himself, of a good game sup- 
ply, and his custom has always been to 
partition the land controlled by his tribe 
among the members thereof. In some 
northwestern tribes the hunting rights 
belong to the women, and a man only 
acquires his territory through mar- 

He takes toll of the animals that pro- 
duce meat and fur, but he is careful not 
to exterminate them^ unless some white 
rival appear on the scene. When so 
minded, the Indian can clean out a ter- 
ritory very effectively. All that the 
white men know of trapping they have 
learned from the Indian, and it is safe 
to say that the best white man that has 
ever set a trap is a fool at the work by 
comparison with the Ojibway, or other 
northern Indian". I know that many 
western men will be inclined to question 
this statement. The Indians they are 
accustomed to meet are a very degraded 
set, not by any means good hunters or 
trappers, but some of the northern tribes 
(the Iroquois, Ojibways and Stoneys) 
are perfect masters of the art of hunt- 
ing and trapping, and are often very in- 
telligent men, even from our point of 




are the migrations 
of all birds, none 
compare with those 
of curlew, plover, 
snipe and shor e 
birds. Some of the 
smaller species actu- 
ally make the surprising journey from 
the Arctic regions to Patagonia and 

back each year, and yet they are tiny 
creatures weighing but a few ounces. 
During the latter part of August and 
the first two weeks in September, the 
Labrador coast is alive with migratory 
species. About the 20th of August the 
curlew are found in wonderful abund- 
ance in the neighborhood of Belle Isle 
straits. Owing to the abundance of 
cranberries and blueberries just back of 



the shore lines, the curlew are then fat 
and are most delicious food. These 
birds are not met with in any numbers, 
so far as I know, along' the Atlantic 
coast, and it appears probable that after 
leaving Labrador, they put boldly to 
sea and pass several hundred miles to the 
eastward of the North American coast 
as they journey South. I have heard 
that there are islands in the West 
Indies where they rest on the way, but 
I believe they are not found as plenti- 
fully as in Labrador, until some parts 
of the South American continent are 

Curlews are merely stragglers in New 
Brunswick and Novia Scotia, though 
they breed upon the high inland barrens 
of Newfoundland. They are shot, of 
course, all along the Atlantic coast, but 
in very small numbers as compared with 
the tremendous flocks found in Labra- 
dor just before the birds are ready to 

Golden plover have been diminishing" 
in number in Eastern Canada and in 
the Northeastern states of the Union 
very rapidly of late. Fifteen years ago 
large flocks were found each Autumn 
in New Brunswick, and, I remember, 
after one heavy northeastern storm in 
September, finding the beach between 
Bathurst and Belledune, on the Bay 
Chaleur, covered with golden plover 
that had just been blown in from 
Labrador. . They were in a most piti- 
ful plight. The birds were completely 
exhausted ; so much so that they would 
not attempt to fly until approached 
within a few feet, and were mere skele- 

I shot one or two, and then left them 
severely alone. 

On the Western prairies the golden 
plover seem to be holding their own 
better than in the East, and although 
I do not suppose that they exist in the 
numbers that was formerly the case, 
they are an abundant bird yet. As to 
the sport of shooting them, there may 
well be a difference of opinion, seeing 
that they are tame to a degree, and after 
one discharge the flock will continue 

to hover around the wounded and dead 
birds — for most of the prairie men 
scorn to shoot at a single plover — until 
their ranks are decimated. The kil- 
deer plover is found more abundantly 
than the golden plover, but is a much 
inferior bird. 

Not only are the golden plover de- 
minishing in number, but the true 
snipe — Wilson snipe — are becoming 
painfully scarce in districts that were 
once famous. 

They are certainly not killed in the 
Dominion in any numbers ; an Indian 
scorns to waste powder and shot upon 
so small a bird, and the number of ex- 
pert wing shots who indulge much in 
snipe shooting in the Dominion of Can- 
ada is not great. All their efforts would 
be entirely ) inadequate to produce the 
results noticed. Of course in the 
Northwestern Territories of Canada 
snipe are enormously abundant, and are 
very little troubled by the gunner, who, 
in that region looks upon a teal as a 
small bird, and does not think much 
even of a mallard, reserving his best 
efforts for the goose or the sand hill 
crane, but in the Maritime Provinces 
and in Ontario, it has been noticed 
that the snipe are decreasing in num- 
bers with great rapidity, and the same 
may be said of the woodcock. These 
birds are erratic in the extreme, and 
although last autumn some rather 
good bags were made, generally speak- 
ing, woodcock shooting means lots of 
hard work for few birds. 

It is supposed that all these mi- 
gratory species suffer very heavily 
during the winter in the southern 
states. Fewer seem to come back each 
spring, and I should be particularly glad 
to hear from some of the southern 
sportsmen who are readers of Recre- 
ation upon this subject. 

Has there been any great increase 
in the numbers killed in the Carolinas, 
Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi? If 
so, this would substantiate the theory 
we northern men have formulated. If 
this is not the case, some other reason 
must exist. 



I know that during the summer months 
there are many things to attract the atten- 
tion of the boys out of doors, and that with 
trips to the woods and the seashore the Sons 
of Daniel Boone will be very busy; but right 
now, in the middle of summer, I am laying 
plans for your enjoyment when Jack Frost 
begins to turn the leaves gold and brown and 
the snow begins to fly. 

I will tell you about one of these plans. 

Recreation has just bought a big stereopti- 
con outfit, with a lantern, lenses and screen 
all packed securely in a box for shipping. 

One of the best photographers in the 
country is now engaged in making a series of 
lantern slides dealing with the early life of 
Daniel Boone, the country in which he hunt- 
ed, trapped, fished and blazed the way for the 
civilization that was to come. 

There will be pictures of all the animals 
he used to kill, although, of course, photo- 
graphs will be made from the descendants of 
those that once roamed the Kentucky wilds. 

Accompanying the slides there will be a 
type-written lecture, explaining each picture. 
This complete outfit, under proper conditons, 
will be sent to any of the established Daniel 
Boone forts upon request. 

Recreation's object in purchasing and ar- 
ranging this lecture or exhibition, to be given 
by the boys, is twofold. First, we want to 
thoroughly familiarize each and every son of 
Daniel Boone with the early life of the pio- 
neers and the experiences of our ancestors. 
It is going to take a whole lot of money to 
do this and do it right, so do not think that 
the plan is designed merely for your amuse- 
ment. It is designed for your education and 
the lasting impression I believe the pictures 
will make upon your minds. The second rea- 
son is that, as the membership of the forts 
increase it will be necessary to secure quar- 

I also want each fort to possess a number 
of books upon Natural History, History of 
the United States and Canada, and Lives of 
Some of the Great Americans. All of this 
will take money, and I know that few boys 
have enough pocket money to spend upon 
things of this sort, without depriving them- 
selves of other things, which, in their boyish 
hearts they would rather have. 

Now, if you wish, we will send the lantern 
outfit, with complete instructions for giving 

a Daniel Boone show, at which an admission 
can be charged. With the instructions will 
come printed tickets and posters to be dis- 
played for a week ahead of the show. 

It will, of course, be the duty of Daniel 
Boone, David Crockett and Kit Carson to 
make arrangements for an exhibition room 
and for advertising the show. Printed slips, 
containing matter for newspaper notices will 
be sent with the advertising matter, to be 
handed to the local papers, with the request 
that they print them. 

The admission fee charged may vary from 
ten cents to twenty-five cents or more, as the 
boys decide. 

The lantern will be ready to begin its jour- 
neys on October first. 

Applications for its use should be filed at 
once, so that I can correspond with you and 
arrange definite dates. 


Dear Founder : 

I am fifteen years old and I like to read 
Recreation. In the May number I read of 
the Sons of Daniel Boone. I know that in a 
few years there will be no beautiful ante- 
lopes, no buffalo, or elk, or mountain sheep, 
and no big game. I would like to unite in a 
strong society for their preservation. 

Aug. Raushenberger, Jr., Greenville, Pa. 

Your name is inscribed in the Boone book. 
— Founder. 


Dear Founder : 

In May Recreation I see that you are to 
start a society called Sons of Daniel Boone. 
Will you kindly send us the instructions for 
the organization of the society. 

I told some of my friends about the Sons 
of Daniel Boone and many were very inter- 
ested, so kindly let us hear from you soon, 
and oblige, 

O. P. Jallen, Milnor, N. Dak. 

The June number of Recreation gives the 
information required, but we have replied 
by letter to O. P. Jallen.— Founder. 


Dear Founder : 

I see by the May Recreation that you 




are organizing a society for the preserva- 
tion of game. This 1 am in favor of and 
would like to hear from you how to organ- 
ize a branch in Newfoundland so that we 
could help to protect King Edward's game, 
of whom 1 am glad to say I am a loyal sub- 
ject. I am fourteen years old and my uncle 
takes Recreation, which is better than ever. 
With best wishes, 

Willis Bogg, 
Bay of Islands, Newfoundland. 

"King Edward's game," as Willis Bogg 
puts it, is as dear to our hearts as Uncle 
Sam's, and we have written to Willis the in- 
formation he requests. — Founder. 

Dear Founder : 

I wish to join your society, "The Sons of 

Daniel Boone," for which please enter my 

name. Hoping to get more members and 

subscribers for the society and the magazine, 

I remain yours, 

G. E. Dimock, Jr., Elizabeth, N. J. 

Your name is inscribed in the Boone book. 
— Founder. 

Dear Founder : 

Four fine boys of Le Roy would like to 
make a local branch and join the Sons of 
Daniel Boone. If you will please send us 
the badges and constitution we will soon 
send in the name of our four. My father has 
a flintlock musket and a Civil War rifle, but 
they are fastened above the fireplace and 
I probably can't have either. But we will get 
a gun somehow. My brother and I can't 
have a gun and we don't want one much, 
because we shoot with the bow and arrow. I 
made one bow that I like very much because 
it will shoot hard and straight. I think we 
will call our fort Fort Oatka, after the creek 
.that flows through Le Roy. We have had an 
Indian tribe called the Oatka Indians, but we 
are getting tired of that and the Sons of 
Daniel Boone has turned up at the right ^ 
time. Yours truly, 

Paul O. Samson, Le Roy, N. Y. ' 

* * 

The constitution and badges have been^ 
sent to Paul. — Founder. 

O.K., I am sure. The question box, too, is 

a source of great enjoyment to me also. 

Your articles on our feathered friends, for 

instance, Nests, Nestings, and Nestlings, 

which appeared in your last issue, are simply 

grand, so real and life-like. Personally, I 

am fond of fishing, such as one finds in the 

Farmington, on whose banks our home is. 

Cordially yours, 

J. L. Cose, Simsbury, Conn. 

Now, Mr. Cose, start a fort at Simsbury 

and get in line with the other boys. — Editor. 


Dear Founder : 

I am starting a club in St. Joseph of the 
Sons of Daniel Boone. There are only four 
members now, and that is enough to meet 
and choose a name. Are the officers elected 
or appointed by Daniel Boone; are there 
any dues to pay? 

Eugene H. Broughton, St. Joseph, Mo. 

Four is enough for a start ; get together 
and agree upon the officers among your- 
selves. You should be entitled to the posi- 
tion of Daniel Boone. A subscription to Rec- 
reation for Audubon are the only dues for 
headquarters ; the club regulates the dues to 
its own fort if any are necessary. 


Dear Founder : 

Having read Recreation since it changed 
hands I want to say a word. 

First : Recreation is the best and most 
attractive magazine of its sort that I know of. 

Second : All boys who have once read 
Dan Beard's talks with the boys can hardly 
wait for the next article to appear. 

To me your camp fire circle is an ideal 
corner, and Mr. Ford's direct talk will be 


Dear Founder: 

We wish to establish a Daniel Boone fort; 
eleven eager boys want to join, and, if you 
will send full instructions and badges, and. if 
you have the patterns of the suits shown in 
Recreation my mother will make them for 
us. We have a camp on Owasco Lake ; it 
contains fifteen beds. We are going up there 
the 21 st of July and stay a month. We have 
five boats, and we are going in our uniforms 
to the camp. We have a fine speaker named 
Francis Mee. We all have a gun, a hunting 
knife, and two revolvers, and we have a fine 
tally gun ; it is an old musket with a bayonet. 
It belongs to my godfather. My father buys 
Recreation, Outing, Forest and Stream and 
other sporting magazines. There are ten of 
us now to start the fort. The names are as 
follows : 

Daniel Hamilton, D. B. ; Francis Mee, 
D. C. ; Johnnie Youngs, K. C ; Louie Ber- 
gain, Harold Zildersleve, John Sullivan, Wil- 
liam Sullivan, Joseph Sullivan, Jos. Martin, 
Ed. Hamilton, Jos Costicks. 

They are good strong and healthy boys. 
We have some good ball players with tne 
club ; the first six boys are the head ones, 
and there will be more join every day, when 
we get our badges and suits, and we will ap- 
point more officers afterwards. 

Daniel Hamilton, Auburn, N. Y. 

The patterns, instructions and badges have 
been forwarded. — Founder. 




Dear Founder: 

Greetings from the Fort Pike branch of 
the Sons of Daniel Boone. Fort Pike was 
astir early on the morning of June ioth, for 
orders were out to "hit the trail." We start- 
ed at sunrise with four scouts and the fol- 
lowing equipment, for a three days' campaign, 
in the interest of our allies in fur and feath- 
er. Our wilderness outfit consisted of two 
shelter tents 5x7 each, two large rubber 
sheets, four heavy woolen army blankets, one 
frying-pan, three small saucepans, one cof- 
fee-pot, two water-pails, several small jars 
for suet, pepper and butter. Each scout was 
provided with two days' marching rations, as 
follows : One-half pound of steak, one pound 
of bacon, three eggs, six potatoes, small 
can flour, corn meal and baking powder and 
small can coffee. We traveled light, each 
scout relying on his rod and tackle for his 
third day's rations. Our outfit was locked 
down the trail to Wolf Lake, there loaded 
into canoes and paddled a mile and a quarter 
to the farther shore. There ws again locked 
our outfit, "hit the trail" and plunged into 
the forest. Our camping site was reached 
about 1 p. m., on June 10th, and a hasty din- 
ner prepared before pitching tents, and mak- 
ing camp. Dinner was finished, dishes 
washed, each scout washing his own dishes, 
and tents pitched and all in order by 2.30 
p. m. A fine mountain spring furnished 
drinking-water, while a plunge into the clear 
water of a mountain lake put life into the 
tired bodies of our scouts. Our first night 
in camp was spent round a large campfire 
swapping yarns, and talking over the future 
greatness of the brave Sons of Daniel Boone. 
We welcomed to our campfire two old woods- 
men, about 9 p. m., who offered us some fish 
in exchange for hot coffee, and they pro- 
nounced our camp perfect in every way. Each 
scout had our emblem inscribed in his hat, 
which is a pine tree, showing that our place 
in the order is the wilderness. We would 
suggest that each order thus adopt an em- 
blem ; for instance, an order on the plains 
could adopt a prairie dog, an order in a val- 
ley a river. 

Our camp was early astir on June nth, 
and after a breakfast of fried bacon, eggs, 
corn bread and coffee, we took a cold plunge 
and were ready to start on our tour of in- 
spection. We found birds' nests in plenty, 
made some excellent photographs, and saw 
muskrats and their houses, while one mink 
was encountered on our line of march. In 
the evening we gathered round our fire, com- 
paring notes, and writing up journals. All 
our game has wintered well and our grouse 
are with young broods. We intend making 
these tours at least twice each month, and 
have constituted ourselves into a sort of for- 
est patrol, to guard the interests of our game 
and uphold the motto of our order. We 

would be glad to receive a copy of the Con- 
stitution and By-laws, which vou can send 
to Elmer R. Gregor, our founder and ad- 
viser. We also enclose one dollar for a year's 
subscription to Recreation, which you can 
also send to Mr. Gregor. We are contem- 
plating building a log club house, under his 
direction, which, when completed, we shall 
call Camp Dan Beard. Following is our list 
of members to date : 

Eddie Joyce, Clifford Johnson, Ed. Hart, 
George Mulligan, Harold Williams, Gerald 

We intend making our fort one of the lar- 
gest and strongest in the order before we are 
many years older, and hope to put the game 
of Pike county out of the reach of the game 
butcher and his associates through our vigi- 
lance and patrol of the forests. 

Wishing you and all our brother scouts 
the best of success, we remain, 

Most respectfully, . 
Fort Pike Branch, Sons of Daniel Boone. 

Pike Co. Penn. 


It is too bad that the "Sons of Daniel 
Boone" was not organized in time to take a 
hand with us in the preliminary work of pre- 
serving the remaining buffalo ; but the Dan- 
iels need not feel bad over this, for the ante- 
lope comes next in line and the Boones can 
get busy now, working up a plan to save 
these beautiful little creatures from total 
extinction and earn some notches for 
Simon Kenton to cut in the stock of his 
tally gun. 

Speaking of Boone reminds me that Tap- 
pan Adney, the traveler, author and artist 
called the other day and was so much inter- 
ested in the "Sons of Daniel Boone" that he 
sent us some photographs of Boone relics 
and a Boone cave ; but it was too late to get 
them in this number of Recreation and they 
will apoear in the following issue. 

No doubt, all our young pioneers will be 
glad to learn that Gus Carson, the grandson 
of Kit Carson, the old Indian scout, lives on 
a farm a few miles north of Guthrie, Okla- 
homa, and it would be a good idea for each 
of the different forts now organized to write 
to Mr. Gus Carson and tell him' he has been 
elected an honorary member of their fort, 
■for Mr. Carson is a true sportsman and he 
knows more about the quail than anyone else 
in the territory where he lives. 

He says he has planted twenty acres of 
Kaffir corn, especially for Bob White, and 
that colonies of quail live in the field of 
corn, which furnishes them food and pro- 
tection all through the summer. 

Mr. Gus deserves an official notch for his 
gun for this act in the preservation of 



In the April issue we announced a prize 
competition, to close June ist. The prizes 
offered were as follows : 

ist prize $10 

2d prize 5 

Five consolation prizes of $i each 
When the competition closed we found 
that only 278 pictures had been received. We 
were disappointed. 

While the number of pictures received in 
the short time allowed for preparation was 
a Mattering indication of the interest the pho- 
tographer-sportsmen manifest in our depart- 
ment, we feel that the response should be 
more general. Therefore, we are going to 
raise the prizes offered in the next compe- 
tition, which will close September ist, as fol- 
lows : 

ist prize $25 

2d prize 10 

3d prize 5 


(1) Awards will be made by the Art Editor of 

(2) All photographs submitted will become the 
property of Recreation; but no photograph will be 
reproduced, other than the prize winners, without 
a payment of One Dollar for its use. 

(3) The following questions should be answered 
in submitting the prints: 

Subject (give full description) ? 

Owner (if the prints represent ho" c ' 5 -, grounds, 
animals or other objects of ownership) r 

Location (near what city or town; geographical 
name if a river or lake) ? 

Date of exposure? 

How many views taken of general subject; 
is this the best? 

Published or promise of publication elsewhere; if 
so, what publication? 

(4) Any subject representing outdoor v fe or sport 
may be depicted. Birds and animals, fishing and 
hunting are particularly desired. 

(5) Packages containing photographs should be 
marked "Competition," and postage must be fully 

The prize winners in the June competition 
will be announced in the August issue. 


The question which puzzles many a 
would-be amateur photographer is whether 
to use films or glass plates for his work, 
and why one is preferable to the other, 

Now, there are very strong reasons why the 
man to whom Recreation appeals should 
favor film as against plate, and we propose 
to point out these reasons. Mind you, we 
have no personal feeling one way or the 
other. We use both in our work and a 
critical comparison of the negatives taken 
respectively on films and plates reveals no 
difference in quality from the technical point 
of view. In the matter of printing, it may 
be mentioned en passant, that him negatives 
may be printed from the back, which is, of 
itself, a great advantage for carbon workers, 
as it obviates the double transfer over which 
so many amateurs stumble. 

The most obvious advantage which films 
possess over plates is their lightness and 
complete immunity from any danger of 
breaking. The reduction in weight is not 
confined to the film itself, but its nature per- 
mits also of a reduction in the bulk and 
weight of the camera in which it is exposed, 
a fact which is fully taken advantage of by 
the manufacturers, some film cameras being 
marvels of lightness and portability. 

Glass is proverbially one of the most brit- 
tle of substances, and a valuable glass nega- 
tive is liable to be irretrievably ruined at 
any moment by sudden fracture ; a pull, a 
chance knock, or unequal pressure in a print- 
ing-frame may at any moment cause its de- 

Another point on which films score over 
their glass plate rivals is in the small space 
which they occupy when stored. Although 
this may appear to be but of minor advant- 
age it is by no means so in practice, and to 
the average amateur who has limited space 
at his disposal for storing his negatives, it 
is a most important matter. However, eco- 
nomical one may be in making exposures, 
in course of time negatives accumulate, and 
glass negatives, if kept in boxes, as they 
should be, occupy a considerable amount of 
space, whereas the equivalent number of 
film negatives may be stored in envelopes 
between the leaves of a book, and, compara- 
tively speaking, occupy no room at all. 

Before leaving the question of weight it 
is necessary to point out the increased com- 
fort afforded by the use of film, in the field, 
and on tour, particularly to ladies and those 
whose powers of physical endurance are not 
great. Even a small plate camera with a 
dozen glass plates becomes a dead weight 
after a day's tramp. 



A further advantage of films over plates 
is the great liability of plates to accumu- 
late dust, which will sift into the camera or 
through the plate-holder. Carried on a bi- 
cycle or on an automobile traveling over 
rough roads the plates in the holders, will 
frequently be so shaken about that tiny 
chips of glass will break off, and getting on 
the surface of the plate, will cause spots and 
pin-holes that are annoying to say the least. 
A roll of film is subject to none of these 
disagreeable features, nor are cut films. 

So far, the advantages of films have been 
referred to. Let us now glance at the other 
side of the question. Perhaps the most seri- 
ous disadvantage possessed by films at the 
present time is their high price as compared 
with plates, and unfortunately there seems 
to be no immediate prospect of this objec- 
tion being removed. Roll films cost nearly 
twice as much as glass plates of the same 
size and speed. 

It is said that films are less reliable than 
plates, and that, therefore it is not so easy 
to produce good negatives upon them. This 
is, perhaps, the most important considera- 
tion of all from the point of view of a be- 
ginner seeking advice. According to Mr. 
Hodges, writing on this subject in Focus: 
"To give fair advice it is first necessary to 
consider the nature of the two articles, 
films and plates. In the first place, the 
emulsion, or sensitive compound on which 
the image is formed, is precisely the same in 
both cases, the difference being that in the 
one case the support is a piece of glass, and 
in the other celluloid. Glass has no me- 
chanical or chemical influence either for 
good or evil on the sensitive emulsion ; the 
celluloid support, on the other hand, under 
certain conditions, does sometimes exert a 
harmful influence. 

"The reader will ask, 'What are those con- 
ditions, and are they avoidable?' Let w, 
start with the assumption, which is a sour r J 
one and may be relied upon, that if the 
film is fresh and procured from a maker of 
repute, it will be suitable for the production 
of negatives of the highest technical quality. 
Now, all sensitive emulsions, whether on 
glass or celluloid, deteriorate with age, but 
expert opinion goes to prove that the period 
at which the signs of deterioration begin to 
manifest themselves is shorter in the case 
of films than it is in the case of plates. 
Damp, particularly in conjunction with high 
temperature, and exposure to gas fumes both 
have a harmful action on films. It is obvi- 
ous from these remarks, that if the film is 
procured from a reliable source, is fresh 
(and the makers now stamp the date of ex- 
piration of guarantee on each spool), is 
properly stored, there will be no more need 
for anxiety with regard to the quality of the 
negatives produced with its aid than if made 
on glass plates, 

Mr. Snapshots: Job, eh? Clean out the studio 
and I'll make it a quarter apiece. 

Chorus: Somethin' wrong wid de wood-alcohol. 

.Back to de freaks for our§, 


From every portion of the country Recre- 
ation has received assurances that its move- 
ment in focusing the attention of the gov- 
ernment to the urgent necessity of securing 
at once, for the benefit of the people, the 
Pablo-Allard herd of buffalo is in the right 

We have good reason to believe that 
President Roosevelt is deeply interested in 
the future of the Pablo-Allard herd, and 
there is no doubt in my mind that he will do 
all in his power to further the objects of this 

From the letters of acceptance and person- 
al assurances received at this office since the 
committee was appointed we have taken the 
following extracts : 

"It will give me much pleasure to 
render any assistance within my 
power toward your commendable 
purpose to save for the American 
people the only remaining group of 
bison now in this country." 

Clarke Howell, editor Atlanta 
Constitution, Atlanta, Ga. 

'■/ will be very happy to do all in 
my power to save the Pablo-Allard 

Howard Eaton, Wolfe, Wyo. 

"1 will be very glad to have my 
name on your committee. Certain- 
ly, I hope that the herd of American 
buffalo zvill be protected and saved. 
They are picturesque and symbolic 
creatures and their tribe has played 
such an important part in the early 
development of our Western coun- 
try that they deserve kind treat- 
ment. It zvould be a misfortune to 
have their shaggy forms utterly 
vanish from the face of the earth." 

Plenry Van Dyke, Princeton, N. J. 

"You can depend on me to assist 
you always in anything that is 
worth the effort, certainly when it 
comes to the preservation of the 
disappearing bison." 

Casper Whitney, editor Outing, 
New York. 

"Anything I can do to preserve the 
Allard herd of bison zvill be done 
gladly. I remember my visit to that 
herd, feeding naturally and quietly 

in its natural feeding ground, with 

Hamlin Garland, West Salem, 

"I will be glad to do all in my 
power to help you to preserve the 
American buffalo, along the lines 
suggested in your letter." 

Homer Davenport, Morris Plains, 
N. Y. 

"My services are at your disposal 
at any time in your work looking to 
the preservation of this sole remain- 
ing herd of buffalo." 

F. N. Donbleday, editor World's 

"I shall be much honored and 
pleased to figure on the committee 
which interests itself in the work 
of saving the Allard herd of 

Chas. D. Lanier, editor Country 
Calendar, N. Y. 

"I will be glad to do anything I 
properly can to aid you in the work 
you suggest." 
Melville E. Stone, General Manager, 

Associated Press, Chicago, 111. 

"/ shall be glad, indeed, to help 
you in the matter of saving the Pa- 
blo-Allard herd of Buffalo." 
Robert Underwood Johnson, Asso- 
ciate Editor, Century Magazine, 
N. Y. 

"I need not tell you I should be 
glad to be of service in the matter of 
placing the Pablo-Allard herd of 
buffalo in the hands of the govern- 

Geo. Bird Grinnell, Editor and Man- 
ager, Forest and Stream, New York 

"I heartily accept a place on com- 
mittee for saving the Pablo-Allard 
herd of buffalo, or any other of the 
pitiful remnants of the noble species 
now on the verge of extinction." 
John Muir, Martinez, Cal. 

"It is unnecessary for me to say 
that I am heartily in favor of the 
movement for the preservation of the 
Pablo-Allard herd of buffalo, and 
that I appreciate the honor you have 




conferred upon me. With best wishes 
for the success of the undertaking/' 
W. E. Palmer, San Francisco. 

We are informed by Howard Eaton, the 
famous guide and rancher, a member of our 
committee, that he has secured an option on 
the entire herd and that all that is now ne- 
cessary to do is to secure a congressional 
appropriation, covering the purchase price 
and the passage of a bill, setting aside a per- 
manent buffalo reservation either in the 
Flathead Country or in some nearby forest 
or government preserve. 

The progress made has been duly reported 
to President Roosevelt and to the Secretary 
of the Interior. A bill is now being framed 
for introduction at the approaching session 
of Congress, fully covering the two points 
involved. As soon as the bill is in shape 
it will be printed in the pages of Recrea- 
tion and our readers and their friends can 
begin an aggressive fight for the immediate 
passage of the measure when Congress con- 


In the July 5th, 1902, issue of Forest and 
Stream, Charles Aubrey, of Browning, Mon- 
tana, gives an extended history of the origin 
of this famous !"erd of buffalo, which now 
comprises some two hundred and sixty 

Mr. Aubrey was an Indian trader on the 
Marias river, in 1877. This part of the 
river was a favorite winter hunting ground 
for the Black Feet and was the main water- 
ing ground between it and Milk river, one 
hundred miles to the northward. 

Among the Pen d'Oreille Indians, who 
made up a hunting party from across the 
mountains, was an ambitions, bright, middle- 
aged man of the warrior class — not a chief, 
however, — whose Christian name was Sam. 
lie was known to the Black Feet as "Short 
Coyote." Owing to a family quarrel, Sam 
had to leave the country for fear of punish- 
ment by the soldier band of the Pen d'Oreil- 
les. Later he sought Mr. Aubrey for coun- 
sel, he desiring to return to his people. He 
said he was lonesome and wanted to go back 
but he feared the punishment that awaited 
his return. There being no buffalo in the 
Black Foot country Mr. Aubrey suggested 
to Sam that he take back a few young buf- 
falo as a peace offering in hopes that it 
would lighten the punishment. 

Here is the story of this first introduction 
of buffalo into the Flathead Reservation, in 
Mr. Aubrey's own "words: 

"I suggested that as he was a good hunt- 
er, an expert horseman, and could handle a 
lasso well, he rope some buffalo calves — ■ 
now nearly a year old — hobble them and 
keep them with my milch cows. He could 
use my corrals until they were gentle, he 
could then drive them across the moun- 

tains by the Cadotte Pass, and give them 
as a peace offering to the fathers at the mis- 
s i .on. He looked at me in surprise and 
doubt. I then showed him that as there 
were no buffalo in the Flathead country, I 
thought the fathers would aooreciate the 
gift. Pie at once said he would try my plan. 
I encouraged him to go to work at once, 
and soon saw him arranging for a hunting 

"Next day I made a visit to his lodge and 
found him and his Pen d'Oreille wife hard 
at work, and both in a very pleasant humor. 

"In answer to my inquiries as to how he 
proposed to handle the buffalo, he told me 
he would catch the young buffalo; he would 
then picket each by one leg at the place 
where he caught it. He would then take a 
blanket, peg it down at the ground at the 
outer limit of the picket line. I asked him 
why he did this. He replied it would attract 
the buffalo's attention and keep him quiet ; 
by smelling the blanket it would become 
accustomed to the smell of man and would 
not be alarmed at his approach. He would 
catch and handle two at one time on the 
prairie. They would then be driven in and 
kept with the milch cows. 

"Sam was successful on his first hunt and 
soon drove in two fine calves, then, April, 
1878, nearly yearling buffalo — a heifer and a 
bull. The heifer was loose, the bull side- 
hobbled. The milch cows did not take kind- 
ly to_ the buffalo, but the buffalo persisted, 
in being friendly. They finally made friends, 
for after a while the cows ceased to regard 
them as a curiosity, and seemed to enjoy 
their presence. Sam rested a few days after 
his first trip, his wife joining him in telling 
me the story of the wild chase and the 
fierce struggles with their caotives. The 
hunt was far away, as the buffalo were al- 
ready working to the summer range on the 
Saskatchewan, This would now cause some 
change in his plans. Being alone, he was 
afraid of the enemy — the Indians of the 
North. He would only risk one more hunt, 
and informed 'me I could look for him in 
eight sleeps. If he did not return then, he 
had been attacked by some war party. In 
that event he hoped I would make some 
effort to look him up. When I got up the 
next morning Sam was gone. 

"True to his promise, he. returned at the 
end of eight days with five young buffalo — 
two bulls and three heifers. Each buffalo 
was head and foot hobbled ; the head and 
front foot tied together, with- a skin strap 
two feet long. Each bull was dragging a 
long lariat, so as to be easily caught for 
night picketing. Sam was well pleased to 
find the first two buffalo so contented with 
the domestic cows. 

"The milch cows objected as before, but 
the new arrivals took kindly to their new- 
found friends. Sam told me they had met 



with no accidents. He had worked hard — 
like a white man, as he expressed it — the 
rope skinning his hands many times. One 
could never tell when a buffalo would jump 
for liberty. He told me of killing one heifer, 
which he would have liked to save. She had 
a very fine, bright coat. In a hard chase 
along the side of a steep coulee, he singled 
her out of a bunch of cows. He threw his 
rope, and the noose settled on her neck. 
His horse, a powerful roan, settled for the 
shoek. In snubbing, he gave her too much 
rope, and in the fall, which came an instant 
later, this line heifer's neck was broken. 

"His wife advised him to quit now. They 
already had five on the last hunt, and she 
did not like the signs brought out by the 
death of this fine animal. She said to him, 
"This means we must stop." 

"Sam herded his buffalo with the milk 
stock for five days, resting and making ar- 
rangements for his trip across the moun- 
tains. He was feeling satisfied with his 
work, and hopeful that his peace offering- 
would be accepted. He told me of his route 
of travel, and that he would be fifteen sleeps 
on the way home. Taking a small memo- 
randum book from a parflechc, .ie showed 
me where he had six straight marks and 
then a cross for Sunday. He told me he did 
not want to start on his trip home on Sun- 
day, and wished to know the day of the 
week, as he had lost his reckoning. I put 
him right, and he said he would start on the 
following Monday. 

"His buffalo were doing well, and were 
becoming quite docile. All preparations 
were made for his departure, and he talked 
hopefully of getting safely across the moun- 
tains. He always impressed me as being an 
Indian of marked determination, and at no 
time did it occur to me that he would not 
succeed in his effort. 

"On Monday he bade me a cordial good- 
bye, passing out, his wife and pack horses 
in the lead. They had discarded the travois 
with which they usually traveled, saying 
they could handle the buffalo better with 
her as a rider. Sam brought up the rear, 
the buffalo following the pack horses. The 
three bulls were head and foot hobbled, the 
four heifers loose; seven head in all is my 
recollection of the bunch. 

"Of the trip to the Teton river, to the 
Sun river, to the Dearborn and up that 
stream to the Cadotte Pass I have heard no 
word; of the crossing of these streams at 
this season, of the trip over the main range, 
down the Blackfoot river, all trace is prob- 
ably forever lost. Through Indian sources 
I afterward learned that on the way over 
by some accident one bull became disabled 
and died. Sam arrived safely in the Flat- 
head without further accident to the other 
buffalo. I also afterward learned, through 
Indian sources, that immediately upon his 

arrival upon the reservation he was arrested 
and severely Hogged, by order of the soldier 
band of his own tribe of Indians. As I 
understand the story, Sam had no time or 
opportunity to meet the fathers and tender 
his peace offering. 

"In course of time 1 heard of Sam's death, 
not in battle as a warrior, but passing away 
peacefully in his lodge or cabin. His wife 
followed him some time after." 

J. B. Monroe, of Teton county, Montana, 
furnishes this additional information: 

"In 1882 or '83 Michel Pablo and Chas. 
Allard bought the buffalo from Sam the 
Pen d'Oreille. There were fourteen head, 
but the number of bulls and females could 
not be remembered. At this time there were 
still a considerable number of buffalo on 
the plains and they did not possess the in- 
terest they now have. 

"Sam lived on Crow creek until '86 and 
died in that year. He left a few head of 
horses and very little property." 


Early in March of this year Recreation 
received information from one of its corre- 
spondents in Colorado to the effect that the 
Utes of Utah were killing deer and com- 
mitting other devastations in Colorado, many 
miles from their reservation. 

We referred the matter, in the regular 
course of our work, to the Office of Indian 
Affairs, Department of the Interior, at 
Washington, and after the customary red 
tape had been rolled off, the following re- 
port was received : 

Dan Beard, Esq., Editor Recreation: 
23 W. 24th St., New York, N. Y. 
Sir — Referring to office letter of the nth inst., 
advising you that the U. S. Indian Agent of the 
Uintah and Ouray Agency had been requested to 
investigate and report upon the complaint of your 
correspondent, as to the Utes of Utah wantonly 
killing deer in Colorado, you are informed that the 
desired report has now been received from the 
agent. He states, in brief, that previous to the 
visit of the Indians to Colorado, to which com- 
plaint was made, the matter of their going was con- 
sidered and most of them were prevented from 
going; that parties of agency rangers and police 
were sent to Colorado for the purpose of pre- 
venting the killing of game and bringing back run- 
away Indians; that the allotted Uncompahgre 
Indians living at White river, very remote from 
the agency, went into the state before any knowl- 
edge of their whereabouts could be obtained, and 
undoubtedly killed many deer; that he is unable 
to prevent these alloted Indians from leaving their 
allotments and going on hunting expeditions in 
order to obtain their winter supply of meat, which 
if they were cut off from, they would probably 
kill cattle belonging to private citizens and com- 
mit other depredations which do not now occur; 
that this fall, after the opening of the reservation, 
all of the Utes will be allotted, and he will then 
be unable to compel them by force to remain at 
home, but will endeavor by persuasion to restrain 
them ; and that he believes the only way to prevent 
the depredations referred to is by having the game 
wardens of Colorado proceed early to the game section 
of the state and prevent the Indians from hunting 
therein. He adds that he understands that the 
Indians have heretofore been able to elude the 



game wardens entirely, with the result that they 
have almost ceased to fear them. 

It would seem from Captain Hall's report that 
he has acted wisely and promptly in the matter 
of restraining the Indians so far as within his 
power from committing the annual depredations on 
deer referred to, and that he would have no legal 
authority to restrain allotted Indians, who are 
citizens of the United States, from leaving their 
homes and going into Colorado for the purpose 
of hunting. The office considers that his sugges- 
tion that the game wardens give their timely 
and hearty cooperation to this matter, is a good 
one, and it is thought that if this suggestion be 
carried out, it will reduce to a minimum the 
annual slaughter of deer by the allotted Utes. 
Very respectfully, 

C. F. Larrabee, 
Acting Commissioner. 

The deductions drawn by Acting Commis- 
sioner Larrabee are significant. 

The process of ruining the Red Race is 
so nearly completed that perhaps it is not 
worth while to lament over the final stroke, 
delivered upon the Five Tribes in the Indian 
Nation by the Curtis Act, with the enthusi- 
astic approval of Indian Commissioner 

Is it really necessary to break up the 
tribal relations of the Indians, to give them 
citizenship and individual ownership of 
land; that is, to destroy the social system 
of a race and cast it helpless as a prey to 
the wolves of that perfected organization 
of greed which we call "civilization"? 

To set up the Indian as a landowner and a 
capitalist, the benevolent aim of our new 
Indian policy, is to destroy him, or in other 
words, to civilize him. The Indian Com- 
missioner admits that swindlers probably will 
get away with the Indian's land and money, 
but he consoles himself with the philosophi- 
cal reflection that if the new-made capitalist 
falls a victim to sharpers, it "should teach 
a valuable lesson." 

Teach it to whom? The Indian? What 
good will the lesson do him when he is a 
pauper, an outcast, a bit of civilization's 
wreckage more helpless than the tramp? 
Is it to teach it to Indian Commissioners 
and other benevolent meddlers? Why, it 
has been taught to them a hundred times 
already, and they have instantly and invari- 
ably forgotten it. They are incapable of 
learning it because they have not learned 
how to think, but imagine that the horrible 
scramble for wealth in which mankind is 
engaged is the ideal condition of human 

In "Civilization — It's Cause and Cure," Ed- 
ward Carpenter describes what we are doing 
to the Red Race by introducing to it the idea 
cf individual ownership of land. He says: 
''With the advent of a civilization founded 
on property the unity of the old tribal so- 
ciety is broken up. The ties of blood rela- 
tionship, which were the foundation of the 
gentile system and the guarantees of the old 
fraternity and equality, become dissolved in 
favor of powers and authorities founded on 

mere possession. The growth of wealth dis- 
integrates the ancient society; the temptations 
of power, of possession, etc., which accom- 
pany it, wrench the individual from his moor- 
ings ; personal greed rules ; 'each man for 
himself becomes the universal motto ; the 
hand of every man is raised against his 
brother; and at last society itself becomes an 
organization by which the rich fatten upon 
the vitals of the poor, the strong upon the 
murder of the weak." 

Lewis Morgan, in his "Ancient Society," 
says : ''The dissolution of society bids fair 
to become the termination of a career of 
which property is the end and aim; because 
such a career contains the elements of self- 

Civilizations have lasted, on an average, 
about a thousand years, and then have died 
of corruption or been swept into the rubbish 
heap of history by healthy barbarism. Our 
modern disease has afflicted the world for 
about that period, and is approaching its cli- 
max — or its cure. The tendency toward a 
return to nature is already showing itself, 
promising a cure. And yet we persist in 
communicating ithe disease — along with 
others more specific and readily recogniz- 
able — to_ the only people among us who 
would live a natural, healthy life if we would 
let them. 

All our interference with the Indian, no 
matter how benevolent its motive, has re- 
sulted disastrously to him and failed utterly 
to work out as designed. We have tried the 
reservation system, and pauperized tribes by 
making them our "wards." We have "given" 
them their own land in severalty and cheated 
them out of it individually. We have tried 
to make landlords of them and produced only 
landless men. 

The only Indians who retain their native 
moral and physical virtues and live the sim- 
ple, contented, peaceful, life are the Pueblos 
or town-dwellers. We have not despoiled 
them or contaminated them with our ideas 
of individual ownership. A few of them 
have been permitted to maintain the tribal re- 
lation and the community of possessions, and 
they have been wise enough to reject the 
glorious privileges of citizenship and tax- 
paying when urged upon them. It is true 
that we meddle with them all we can, insist 
on educating them our way and trying to 
break up their ancient customs, but their 
power of passive resistance is great, and to- 
day the Pueblos are the only human beings 
in the United States living natural, healthy 
lives, to_ the _ great scandal and horror of 
the missionaries, the commissioners, the ed- 
ucators, and all the other meddlers in our 
bedeviled system of greed founded on the 
worship of the golden calf. 

Civilization — plug hats, bald-faced shirts 
and frenzied finance is human society run- 
ning down a steep incline into the sea, and 



the Red Race is in the path of the stam- 
pede ! The poor Indian, obeying the prim- 
eval instinct to stock his larder with the 
game of his forefathers, is corralled and sent 
back to his government home from whence, 
still obeying his instinct, he raids the herds 
of his white neighbors. 

A tremendous wail arises heavenward, the 
cattle men protest, the game protectors pro- 
test, the Indian Commissioner writes letters, 
and' the wheel begins to turn again. 

But, contrary to the popular and accepted 
theory, we believe that Indians are human 
and blessed with a certain amount of rudi- 
mentary horse sense. We also believe that 
if some one who is in sympathy with the 
Indians will explain to them that enforcing 
the laws made for the preservation of game 
is the only way to keep up the supply, that 
the Indians will then, not only obey the 
laws, but become strenuous in their support 
of game protection. 


From the Journal of Crookstown, Minn., 
we learn that Mr. S. F. Fullerton, game war- 
den, says that the prairie chicken as a game' 
bird will disappear from the state within 
fifteen years. We also learn that he is very 
enthusiastic over the introduction of the ring- 
necked pheasant and the state pheasant hatch- 

When a game warden states that the bird 
will be extinct it looks as if the pinnated 
grouse's fate was sealed; but why should the 
prairie chicken disappear from Minnesota? 
Are the pe©ple of that community so un- 
American, so un-patriotic, and devoid of sen- 
timent as to allow the total extinction of 
their finest game bird and the substitution 
of the half-domesticated ring-necked Orien- 
tal? Has the lesson of the introduction of 
the English sparrow faded from their minds? 
Will sportsmen of Minnesota consent to be- 
come effete butchers of half-domesticated 

We are inclined to think that there are 
enough men yet left in the state, men with the 
bark on them and the blood of the pioneers 
coursing through their veins, who will resent 
this substitution. 

lithe same amount of pains and care is 
taken to preserve the prairie chicken that is 
necessary to introduce the foreign birds in a 
few years, the prairie lands and open country 
of Minnesota will be again populated 
with the native game birds, and the pioneers 
may take their children out in the spring 
and show them the cock grouse as they strut 
around, with their yellow air-sack on the 
sides of their necks inflated like bladders, 
bowing and scraping to their dapper little 
mates, and shouting their boo-who-whooes 
until, as one author states, "The sound will 
roll over the earth in great waves." And then 

they can say, "This is the way it was when 
we came to this country." 

It will not be necessary for the people of 
Minnesota to send to the wild animal man or 
to Europe to get birds with which to stock 
their open land, because there are even now 
enough seed birds left to do this if the peo- 
ple will only allow Nature to take its course. 
This idea of substitution of European ani- 
mals and European birds for the husky and 
beautiful natives of our soil is repugnant to 
the feelings of any real American, whether 
he be a sportsman, naturalist, a nature lover, 
or simply endowed with a sentimental rever- 
ence for his own country and its character- 
istic and natural surroundings. 

The marketmen of Chicago, St. Paul and 
Minneapolis and their patrons, the pallid 
gourmands, with bags under their eyes and 
rings on their fingers, swelled feet and bald 
heads, whose vitiated appetites call loudly 
for a hot bird and a cold bottle, are the ones 
who are exterminating the prairie chicken 
in Minnesota and the adjoining states. 

We cannot believe that the great state of 
Minnesota will sacrifice this bird, so dear to 
the heart of the farmer's boy and true sports- 
man, either for the sake of satiating the ap- 
petites of useless roues, or for the petty 
amount of money the sale of these birds 
brings to the coffers of Minnesota's market 


The Huntington (Ind.) Democrat says 
that, according to the interpretation of Sec- 
tion 602 of the new criminal code by the 
state game commissioner it is unlawful for 
any person to have any caged wild bird, be 
it a martin, red-bird, blue-bird, wren, canary 
or parrot, and it is hinted that the game com- 
missioner will set free all caged birds, in- 
cluding canaries and parrots. 

This, we think, is a mistake or simply 
a newspaper story, because the canary and 
the parrot will perish if freed. The canary 
is not a wild bird, it having been domesti- 
cated for so many generations that it is un- 
able to care for itself if the cage door is left 
open and it is allowed its freedom. They 
have not the migratory instinct which would 
carry them South in the Winter and would 
perish, not from lack of food, but from 
lack of knowing where to hunt for their 
food. The experiment has been tried many 
times. Furthermore, the canary has learned 
to be happy in its little prison and, if they 
are to be released at all it should be in a cli- 
mate adapted to their needs and where they 
could be cared for until they learned to care 
for themselves. 

A gentleman in England is said to have 
canaries nesting in the bushes and vines 
around_ his portico ; but he takes care of these 
birds in the winter time and has taught 



them to take care of themselves in the Sum- 
mer time. 

Late one fall, I saw several parrots, 
which had escaped from some owner and 
were slowly starving and freezing to death 
in the trees ; and it would have wrung your 
heart to have heard their pitiful cries of 
"Polly wants a cracker," with no crackers 
within reach and no one to feed them. 


From the Springfied (Illinois) Journal 
we learn that the Central Illinois hunters 
will attend an annual crow and hawk hunt, 
which is conducted each May by the sports- 
men of Kane County. 

Each crow will count one point in the com- 
petition, butcher birds count three, and hawks 
five points. The side which loses eats crow. 

The attention of the authorities and all 
those interested in agriculture should be 
brought to this subject. In all prairie coun- 
tries there is a great amount of small, very 
destructive rodents, gophers, various kind of 
ground squirrels, mice and other creatures 
of the same family which are only held in 
subjection by the presence of certain birds of 
prey, which live almost entirely upon these 
animals. In all the late books upon bird life, 
in all the government reports upon bird life, 
and in the book of hawks, issued by the gov- 
ernment, it is shown conclusively that most 
of these birds of prey not only are not ene- 
mies to the farmer but, in reality, his best 

Is it possible, in spite of all the amount of 
literature issued upon this subject, that our 
worthy friends of the "Sucker" state are still 
so ignorant as to set out to kill every hawk 
in sight, regardless of its economic value to 
the community, or does this mean that the 
side hunt is gotten up entirely by ignorant 
people, whose only idea of sport is to go out 
and kill something for the sake of seeing the 
feathers fly and to count up their birds like 
a chalk-mark score in a bowling alley? 

It would be advisable for the farmers in 
the section of the country where this hunt is 
to be held to read up a little upon the life 
history of these birds before they engage, in 
or allow others to engage in their extermin- 
ation. If they do not, they will learn to their 
sorrow that they can not interfere with Na- 
ture's buzzsaw without serious consequences 
to themselves; and then, indeed, they will all 
sit down to a feast at which the agriculturists 
and the merchants depending upon the dis- 
trict will be compelled to eat crow. 



Now speeds the wind across the dawn 
From East to West, and lo, the cry, 

From all the sunny, dewy morn, 
"How doubly, trebly blest am I J" 


The Outlet. By Andy Adams. 

"The Outlet" is one more volume of cow- 
boy life, giving in a vivid and accurate way 
an account of a cattle drive from Texas to 
Fort Buford in the Northwest. It will in- 
terest all readers of Recreation who wish 
more information upon the dangers and de- 
tails of cattle herding and cattle selling. The 
book is couched in a plain, matter-of-fact 
style, but it is hard to classify; it is not a 
scientific treatise, and it lacks most of the 
essential elements of a novel. The narrative 
falls far short of the humor and vigor with 
which men like Owen Wister have wrought 
the cow-puncher's life into literature, but the 
plot of the story maintains its interest. Dan 
Lovell, a cattle owner, starts to deliver some 
ten thousand beeves into government hands, 
in spite of several dealers who seem to be the 
forerunners of our modern trust magnates. 
These men of no conscience and large gov- 
ernment pull hold up his herds at every turn. 
Among the results are a lively pistol fracas, 
and a free fight in a court-room. The final 
efforts of the grafters to beat the honest 
cowmen at the army post must be read to be 
appreciated. Tom Quirk, who tells the story, 
Runt Pickett, Forest and Saunders are all 
real men. Cloth, 371 pp. . Price, $1.50. 
Houghton, Mifflin & Co. 

Our Common Birds and How to Know 

Them. By John B. Grant. Charles Scrib- 

ners' Sons. 

"Jack" Grant was once a novice himself 
and had not forgotten his own trials and 
tribulations when he wrote this book ; the 
consequences are that the book is filled with 
full-page illustrations from photographs of 
the mounted bird skins which have been se- 
lected because they show, even the novices, 
the characteristics of the bird represented, 
and serve to fix a mental photograph of them 
in the mind of the student, which is more 
las f ing than any scientific description, no 
matter how carefully the latter may be writ- 

The letter-press is graphic, condensed, and 
based upon careful personal observation as, 
we can vouch, for we have more than once 
met "Jack" in the field with note-book and 
pencil, and also treasure fond memories of a 
certain highly-educated crow which he gave us 
after he had finished studying the bird's men- 
tal characteristics. As a rule there is a full-page 
picture for each page of letter-press in Mr- 
Grant's book, and all the smaller birds are 
shown life size. 


The training of young dogs for sporting 
purposes should be begun when they are 
four or five months old, but the lessons 
should be short and should cover only cer- 
tain elementary branches of their education. 
Puppies of this age may be taught to down 
or charge and to know their master's voice, 
but great care must be observed lest they be- 
come cowed and ruined. A young dog's in- 
telligence develops with age exactly as does 
a child's, and too much must not be expected 
at the kindergarten stage of canine training. 

To teach a dog to down or charge he 
must be placed in the proper position with 
hind legs under the body and not sprawling 
out at the side, nose flat on the floor or 
ground between the fore paws. The trainer 
should keep him in this position with one 
hand on his head, while he straddles the 
pupil's body. The word down or charge 
should be repeatedly spoken and whichever 
of the two words be chosen must be rigidly 
adhered to. This, and to know the whistle 
and their names, is all that should be at- 
tempted at this early age. 

It is always a good plan to blow the 
whistle when approaching the pups to feed 
them. This accustoms them to associate the 
call with the gratification of their appe- 
tites and young dogs, like children, can be 
more easily influenced through their stom- 
achs than by their reason. 

Short, sharp names are the best. A world 
of meaning can be conveyed in the tone of 
voice used in calling the name of a dog, and 
this is as true in handling old dogs in the 
field as in breaking young ones. Names 
ending in "o" should be avoided "toho" is 
the word of command to point. It is an 
important part of a dog's education to know 
the meaning of the word "halt," to slow up, 
and as "toho" is the command to point, halt 
should be substituted for the word "no." 
Some sportsmen transpose this, but a rule 
must be made and followed in common jus- 
tice to the dog. At nine months the serious 
part of breaking begins. Patience and perse- 
verance accomplish much more than brutal 
flogging for uncomprehended faults. The 
whip should never be used out of the real 
hunting field and then as sparingly and as 

seldom as possible. The best authority ex- 
tant on the art of dog-breaking recommends 
and strongly advocates a strong, light cord, 
eight or ten yards long, and says : "Fasten 
one end around the dog's neck, the other to 
a peg firmly staked in the ground. Before 
doing this, however, your young dogs 
should, along with a high ranging dog, be 
taken out into a field where there is no 
game and suffered to run at large without 
control until they are well practiced in rang- 
ing. Too much stress cannot be laid on 
this point, as on this first step in a great 
measure depends the future ranging propen- 
sities of the dog. When the youngster sees 
the old dog galloping about as hard as he 
can, he soon takes the hint and follows. 
After a few days the old one may be left 
behind, when the pups will gallop about 
equally as well. These lessons should never 
be too long, else the effect is lost. 

"When the puo is confirmed in ranging 
one should take the cord as above directed 
and peg him down. Probably he will at- 
tempt to follow as one leaves him, in which 
case the cord will check him with more or 
less force, according to the pace he goes. 
The more he resists the more he punishes 
himself. At last he fin4s that by remaining 
still he is best off. Generally he lies down. 
At all events he stands still. This is just 
what is desired. Without intervention he 
punishes himself and learns a lesson of great 
value without attributing it to his trainer, 
and consequently a wakening sense of fear, 
to wit, that he is not to have his own way 
always. After repeating this lesson a few 
times the trainer may take him to the peg 
and "down" or "charge" as one likes the 
term best, close to the peg in the proper 
position. Move away, but if he stirs a single 
inch drag him back crying "down" or 
"charge." Leave him again, checking him 
when he moves or letting him do it for him- 
self when he gets to the end of the cord, 
always bringing him back to the peg, jerk- 
ing the cord with more or less severity. Do 
this eight or ten times and he will not stir. 
The trainer must now walk quite out of 
sight, around him, run at him, in fact do 
everything to make him move, when, if he 
moves he must be checked as before, until 
he is perfectly steady. It is essential in this 
system of breaking that his first lesson 




shall be so effectually taught that nothing 
shall induce the dog to move and one quar- 
ter of an hour will generally effect this. In 
all probability the dog will be much cowed 
by this treatment. The trainer should then 
go up to him, pat him, lift him up, caress 
him and take him home for that day." 

There is no more severe or more gentle 
method of breaking than this ; more or less 
run being put into the check according to 
the nature of the animal. It never fails to 
daunt the most resolute, audacious dog, nor 
yet does it cow the most timid after the first 
or second attempt, for it is necessary in the 
first instance that they shall obey. Coming 
"to heel" 1 is also taught by means of the check 

After the young dog has learned to 
"charge" when ordered the peg should be 
dispensed with and the breaker or trainer 
should take the end of the cord in his hand. 
Some self-styled trainers make poor sub- 
stitutes even for the peg, but if they have as 
much intelligence as the young dogs possess, 
the dogs will become steady under this treat- 

The pupil having learned to "charge" and 
to remain in that attitude until ordered to 
"hold up," and to range, the next step is to 
teach him to quarter. This is difficult and 
somewhat tedious, but very important. A 
field of about 200 yards in dimension, where 
there is no game, is the best for this pur- 
pose. Cast him off at the words "hold up," 
to the right or left "up wind," which means 
against it. It seems unnecessary to explain 
why the dog should always be cast off "up 
wind," but for the benefit and instruction of 
young sportsmen, new to the trigger, be it 
said that all pointers and setters hunt en- 
tirely by scent and that the indefinable air 
taint caused by the game comes down the 
wind to the dog's keen olfactory organs in 
something to them akin to the most delicious 
perfume, which causes every nerve to quiver 
and every sense to be on the alert. 

The young dog must not be allowed to 
turn inward when quartering and he prob- 
ably will not attempt to if started in the 
right direction, but should a young dog turn 
inward the trainer must get before him, up 
wind and whistle just before he turns. This 
if persisted in, will break him of the habit. 
The breaker should also walk in the direc- 
tion the dog is going. When all this is ac- 
complished he may be sent off to the right 
or left, indiscriminately, so that when shoot- 
ing with a companion both will not start off 
the same way. 

When considered quite steady continue 
the lessons in a place where there is game. 
Most likely he will flush the first bird he 
comes across and chase it. Follow him 
crying "charge." He will, in his order, dis- 
regard the command, but sooner or later 
will recover his senses and become ashamed. 

Do not beat him brutally, but remember that 
the very ardor that set him off will later be 
a most valuable characteristic. He must 
now be taken to the spot where he flushed 
the bird and rated and made to charge. 
Gradually, on repeating this, he will chase 
less and will learn to drop at the rise of 
the bird and not at the report of the gun, 
which is an important distinction. 

Wellbred dogs should point the first time 
they scent game. When they do so, call 
"charge," checking them if they do not. It 
is wise to teach young dogs to charge when 
they point, as this makes them much steadier. 
After they become absolutely steady this 
need not be insisted upon. A young dog 
should be hunted alone until he has be- 
come steady. The spirit of emulation, not 
to say jealousy, predominates in all dogs, 
and when a brace is taken into the field too 
soon, each dog distracts the attention of the 
other and this causes trouble. Of course 
the cord cannot be constantly carried, but 
recourse to it from time to time, as occasion 
may require, will be amply rewarded. 

Some dogs retrieve, while some do not. 
Those that do must have been taught when 
quite young. Some soft substance like a 
ball is thrown when the pup is in a playful 
mood and he is coaxed and petted until he 
brings it. He will not like to give it up, 
even after bringing it in, and here the most 
gentle persuasion must be used, otherwise 
he will give up then and there and all at- 
tempts to make him resume the game of 
romps will be useless. As soon as the young 
dog understands what is desired of him, and 
no sooner, can he be expected to obey. 

Rewards should be more frequent than 
punishment throughout the young dog's edu- 
cation and in teaching him to retrieve, pun- 
ishments should never be inflicted. 

Having killed the first bird over the pupil, 
all other requirements having been fulfilled, 
he should be ordered to "seek dead" in the 
direction that is indicated by a wave of the 
hand. Coolness and deliberation are neces- 
sary. If the excitement of the presence of 
game overcomes the master, how can the 
young dog be blamed if it proves too much 
for him? 

Dog breaking is not as difficult a task as 
it appears. Anyone with the requisite 
amount of patience can accomplish it with- 
in a period that will surprise him. Hot- 
headed men, unable to control their own 
tempers, should not attempt it, but should 
hire a trainer to break themselves as well 
as their dogs. 

In dog-breaking no single - breach of dis- 
cipline should be overlooked in the hunting 
field, and this applies to dogs already broken. 
Punishments, though light, should not be 
omitted, for dogs soon learn to be tricky 
and it is emphatically true — if you "give 
them an inch they will take an ell." 


So busy has the active season in college 
athletics been in the past month, that to re- 
view it briefly, but completely, requires little 
to be said on any score. The most notable 
happenings have been Cornell's victories on 
track and water, the showing of Princeton 
and Harvard on the diamond, the arrange- 
ment of an Eastern and Western meet, and 
the return of Mike Murphy to Pennsylvania. 
In its far reaching effect the latter is most 
important since it cannot result in other than 
the decided changing of the entire complex- 
ion of track athletics, affecting all colleges in 
the East indirectly. The other events have 
been more spectacular and may be treated in 
a more interesting way. 

Cornell's rowing victory over Harvard, 
while not unexpected, was most surprising. 
The reports from Cambridge have been so 
hopeful and from New Haven so eulogistic 
of the Crimson that the casual follower of 
intercollegiate affairs must have looked upon 
the Harvard eight as quite exceptional 
among Crimson crews and altogether a for- 
midable opponent for any boat. That it 
was fast and strong was the opinion of even 
those who have an expert knowledge of row- 
ing conditions. 

The race goes to show that both views 
were incorrect, though it is still true that 
the material at hand at Cambridge is ex- 
ceptionally high-class and had possibilities 
far beyond the ordinary. For some reason, 
it has not been made most of. Wray ought 
to be able to turn out a first-class eight with 
a free hand. What influences have con- 
tributed to prevent it is hard to say. It is 
impossible at present to fix responsibility for 
the failure. The month that remains at this 
writing before the Yale race, it is to be 
hoped, will see the difficulty removed, but 
it is far more probable that in her present 
frame of mind Harvard will lose heart and 
make a fiasco at New London as sad as any 
of recent years. 

The American Henley, while it developed 
satisfactorily from the amateur rowing stand- 
point, was a disappointment collegiately. 
The contests were not productive of the 
interest hoped for, but were beneficial, 
nevertheless. Again Cornell showed to 
the fore. 

The Syracuse and Wisconsin crews are 
the only two not heard from in a race as yet. 
The Badgers are said to be rowing very fast 

and to have regained something of their lost 
power. They promise a strong showing at 
Poughkeepsie. Coach Ten Eyck says his 
present crew is even better than his old one, 
so Syracuse may be heard from again. Cer- 
tainly as good a crew as her winning one 
would be surprising, and a better one hardly 
to be expected. However, it is certain that 
the boat will be near the front, if it is not 
there again. 

Cornell's track victory was a staggering 
blow to Yale. That the Ithacans should do 
so well and Yale so poorly amazed almost 
everyone save those who had followed con- 
ditions within a week of the games very 
closely. Cornell's strength was due to the 
unexpected ability developed by her weight 
men. Cook and Pew, her hammer throwers, 
did better work than either of them have 
ever shown, while Porter surpassed daily the 





intercollegiate put, which surprised those 
unfamiliar with his practice. 

Yale, for two weeks before, had been com- 
plaining steadily of the falling off of one 
after another of her men, and the consequent 
lessening of her chances. If to any one 
thing can be ascribed her defeat the failure 
of Harris to qualify in the hammer throw 
did the trick. It was expected at New Haven 
that he would defeat Van Duyne, and he cer- 

Boyd's defeat by Porter, Schoenfus and Rol- 
lins, and Dear's injury and failure to secure a 
place in the hundred, deprived Pennsylvania 
not only of all chances to win, but placed her 
below Harvard, who had a remarkably weak 

The strength of the smaller colleges was a 
complete surprise to everyone. Van Duyne 
was expected to possibly win the hammer- 
throw, and Castleman to give Amsler a hard 


tainly has, in practice, done better work. 
The complete reversal of form shown by Al- 
cott and Hill and Porter and White, com- 
pleted the rout. 

Pennsylvania, who was expected to con- 
test supremacy with Yale and Cornell, dis- 
appointed her following by her failure. Like 
other teams which depend on a few stars, 
small things cause a complete break-down. 
Amsler's defeat in the low hurdles by Caste- 
man in slower time than the Quakers can go, 
Moffett's failure to get even a place in the 
high jump, which he was capable of winning, 

run in both hurdles, but aside from this the 
small colleges were not figured on. Reed in 
the hundred, Squires and Baker in the half 
mile, Wliite in the mile, Brown in the hur- 
dles, Weber and Hubbard in the broad jump 
and Rollins in the shot put were figured low 
in the estimation of most of the knowing 

The performances were much below the 
standard expected to be attained in every 
event, even in the two races where records 
were broken. Parsons, who broke the half 
mile mark, was looked to for better than 


1.56; while Dray, who vaulted n feet io-)^ 
inches, was not expected to win the event, 
both Jackson and McLanahan having sur- 
passed those figures in practice. Though 
Schick in the sprint did 10 flat and 22 1-5, 
this was no more than was expected of him. 


Hyman was looked to for a new record in 
the quarter, which he won in 49 1-5 ; Mason 
was counted on for better than 4.20 in the 
mile, while Magoffin, who only finished third 
in the two-mile, was known to be capable of 
close to record figures. Symonds, of Prince- 
ton, and Marshall, of Yale, performed up to 
expectations, and Porter and Van Duyne 
above them, but in no field events, except the 
pole vault, was a high class performance ap- 
proaching records anticipated. 

The failure of Dear to qualify in the hun- 
dred left Schick no competitor able to hurry 
him. He won as he pleased in 10 1-5 with 
Rulon-Miller second, Reed and Knakel far 
behind. In the 2.20 he was forced out all 
the way by Hyman and won by less than a 
yard, while Dodge was a poor third, easily 
beating Whitman. Hyman in the quarter 
was in no way worried by his competitors 
and had plenty left when the race ended in 
103-5. Davies beat Burnap, with Carpenter 

Parsons won all the way in the half mile, 
while Squires, Baker and Townsend defeated 
a good field, each running under two min- 

utes. Williams was close up in the mile 
though not forcing Munson to his best. 
White's defeat of Hill for third was a sur- 
prise. Hale beat Willgoose and Magoffin by 
three yards in the two mile with Chapin far 
behind, while Amsler had no trouble with 
Castleman, Vonnegat and Brown, who fin- 
ished behind him. Why he was beaten by 
Castleman in the low hurdles is inexplicable. 
The two ran away from Armstrong and 

Symonds was far ahead of Weber, Hub- 
bard and Knox in the broad. Porter and 
Crane forced Marshall to six feet in the 
high jump, Tooker taking fourth. Porter 
beat Schoenfus three inches and Rollins 
eight inches with the shot, with Boyd three- 
quarters of an inch behind. Van Duyne 
threw the hammer three feet further than 
Cook, who beat Shevlin twenty-one inches 
and Pew over nine feet. In the pole vault 
Phillips and Jackson failed to do better than 
eleven, four and three-quarters, while Gray 
won at eleven feet eight inches and then 
broke the record. 

After the games it was announced that the 
intercollegiate winners next year would con- 
test against the winners of the western in- 
tercollegiates in games for the National 
Tournament. The high caliber of the west- 
ern athletes in recent years assures the games 
attaining an importance above those of any 
similar contests ever held, including inter- 
national meets. 





Two Oldsmobile runabouts left New York 
recently on a run across the continent to 
Portland, Oregon, — a trip of 3,500 miles in 
all. The run is in reality a race for a prize 
of $1,000, offered by the Oldsmobile Co., and 
as a consolation the driver of the car who 
reaches Portland second will receive the ma- 
chine which he operates. The cars have been 
nicknamed "Old Steady" and "Old Scout" 
respectively, and are driven by Messrs. Huss 
and Megargel. The intention is that both 
cars shall arrive at Portland in time to at- 
tend the opening of the Lewis and Clark Cen- 
tennial Exposition. 

At this writing the two machines have al- 
ready covered more than half the distance 
with minimum difficulties only, the last re- 
port advising that one of the cars went 
through a bridge in Nebraska, causing a de- 
lay. This is the fifth transcontinental trip 
and promises to be especially interesting on 
account of the fact that Diamond tires have 
been fitted to one of the cars and Fish tires 
to the other, so that some valuable advertis- 
ing on a subject of great importance to every 
automobilist ought to be obtained. The 
last car to cross the continent was a four- 
cylinder Franklin driven by L. L. Whitman, 
who covered the road from San Francisco to 
New York in thirty-three days, record time. 
The present trip, it is estimated, will take 
about a month and a half, barring accidents 
or serious delays. 


Such hill climbing events as have been 
held this season show an increasing popular- 
ity in this branch of automobile sport, for 
the recent competitions at Worcester and 
Springfield, Mass., and at Cincinnati, Ohio, 
were well attended by automobilists and ex- 
cellent time scored, and all without acci- 

Hill climbing competitions combine the ex- 
citement of a race with the value of a good 
sensible test ; the race feature is very good 
because in these davs of increased motor 
sizes, cars rush up the hills chosen for these 
competitions at exceedingly good speed, and 
as far as the real test goes, it may be stated 
that every automobilist wants his car to go 
fast, but is particularly keen that it shall 
show up well on the hills. That is to say, he 

wants a car that not only has sufficient power 
to climb all hills that he may meet, but he 
wants a car that will have sufficient power to 
climb them without having to change gears 
unnecessarily often. At first it was a ques- 
tion in a man's mind as to whether a certain 
car would, if purchased, climb the steep hills 
in his locality. Nowadays there is no ques- 
tion on this score; the only point is, "Will it 
climb these hills on the high gear, or how 
many times will I have to change gears in 
covering a certain specified route?" Conse- 
quently hill climbing tests are good events, in 
all respects, and every automobilist should do 
all he can to assist the promotion of such 
contests when they are being gotten up in his 


Two mountain climbing events will be held 
this season, one in the White Mountains and 
the other at Pike's Peak. Last year the 
White Mountain climb up Mt. Washington 
was spectacular and very dangerous, and 
from recent reports it seems likely that those 
in charge may select a different course this 
season, Mt. Willard, at the head of Crawford 
Notch, having been named as a better place 
than Mt. Washington, although the climb is 
shorter — two miles instead of eight— although 
a great deal safer and the road in many places 
much steeper, thus affording a better test of 
modern motor cars. The writer went over 
the carriage road up Mt. Willard recently, 
and it seemed very narrow and steep and was 
in places partially blocked by fallen trees, 
but it undoubtedly can be put in excellent 
condition at a very little expense and seems 
in many respects an ideal course. 

The proposed test at Pike's Peak is an en- 
tirely different proposition, and I am ad- 
vised that Mr. George A. Wahlgreen, of 
Denver, who first conceived the idea, did not 
find until the promotion of the event was 
well under way that the expense of prepar- 
ing the road and of holding the test was al- 
most prohibitive, but so much publicity had 
been given to the affair that he found he had 
to carry it through at any cost. Although 
the snow is still thick on the mountain side, 
the course has been carefully inspected, and 
from the condition of the surface and the 
fact that the automobilists of Colorado 
Springs have become exceedingly interested 




and have subscribed a large sum of 
money to repair the old carriage 
road, the difficulties will not per- 
haps be so great as at first consid- 
ered. Mr. Wahlgreen's proposal to 
hold a race up Pike's Peak is prob- 
ably the most audacious one ever 
made in the automobile sporting 
world. Thus far only one auto- 
mobile has ever reached the sum- 
mit of Pike's Peak, — a light steam 
locomobile being taken to the sum- 
mit by Messrs. Felker and Yost, of 
Denver, four years ago. This result 
was obtained by the combination of 
a car very light in weight and hav- 
ing very high power in proportion 
to its weight, and placed in the 
hands of two unusually strong and 
active men accustomed to exercise 
in mountain air. The road at this 
time was full of boulders, and the 
summit was only reached after the 
most arduous exertion, prostrating 
both men at the time. If the Pike's 
Peak climb is held, and from pres- 
ent indications it seems almost 
certain that it will be, it ought to 
be the most exciting and interest- 
ing of any hill climbing contest 
ever held either here or abroad 


This month the eyes of the auto- 
mobile world are focussed on 85 miles of bad 
road in France over which the famous Inter- 
national race instituted by James Gordon Ben- 
nett will be held. We are informed that the 
Auvergne course must be covered four times 
during the race, — a total of 340 miles in all. 
It is undoubtedly the most heart-breaking 
Gordon-Bennett course yet selected, being 
very hilly and replete with sharp curves, 
there being no less than four right-angle 
turns on the course, and as a further exam- 
ple of the difficulty of the circuit, it may be 
stated that the longest straight-away piece 
of road is but two and one-half miles in 
length. These conditions will impose a very 
severe strain on the drivers of the cars, as 
well as on the machinery, and the race is 
likely to prove rather more a test of brakes, 
tires and clutches than of actual speed of the 
machines themselves. This is just what the 
French Automobile Club have been wanting 
to bring about, for the historic course from 
Paris to Bordeaux and other similar courses 
are flat and relatively straight, thus afford- 
ing a test of practically nothing but speed, 
which in itself is only one of the points of 
excellence of the modern racing automobile. 
There can be no doubt that on the Auvergne 
circuit every part of a car will be tested to 
the limit, if not to absolute destruction, The 


roads are narrow, — so narrow, in fact, that 
it will be difficult and dangerous for one car 
to pass another except at a very few points, — 
and, as is well known, the drivers of racing 
cars in these big events take great chances. 


The latter part of June the eliminating 
trials are held in France for the purpose of 
selecting the three French cars to represent 
that country, and as this race is held over 
the Auvergne circuit, the conditions will ap- 
proach that of the Gordon-Bennett race in 
detail, and it has been predicted that owing 
to the numbers of the cars entered, so many 
accidents will occur that the Gordon-Ben- 
nett race will not be held over the Auvergne 
circuit, and perhaps not be held at all. 

The English eliminating trials were held 
recently on the Isle of Man, resulting in the 
selection of two Wolseley cars and one Na-^ 
pier car. The English trials, held oyer a 
course comparatively free from danger, were 
not free from accident, as there were several 
smash-ups, among; ftem, feeing the wreckage 
of McDonald's six-cylinder Napier, through 
running into a tree. This car will be remem- 
bered as the one which broke the mile rec- 
ord at Qrrnon4 Beach Jajt winter, 

Official Organ of the United States National Lawn Tennis Association 

All eyes in the tennis world center on 
Wimbledon for the first indication of the 
strength of the English team that will de- 
fend the Davis trophy in the International 
tournament which starts on July 9. The re- 
ports at this writing from the other side re- 
cite the serious illness of H. L. Doherty, the 
champion, and the probability that he will be 
unable to do justice to himself in the cham- 
pionships and in the international games, if 
he is able to play at all. Should this prove 
to be the case it will be most regrettable, for 
while- it would likely insure the success of the 
American team's effort to regain the Cup it 
would be a disappointment to every one on 
this side to win it in that way, particularly 
as the managers having the trip in charge 
believe we have a splendid chance of bringing 
back the trophy with Doherty in top form. 
Not to be able to conclusively test the rela- 
tive strength of the representatives of the 
two countries in an equal contest would be 
the occasion of lasting regret to all true 

The American team has sailed and by the 
time this appears will have arrived on the 
other side. It was not the intention on start- 
ing of any of the team to contest in either 
singles or doubles in the Wimbledon cham- 
pionships. Holcombe Ward might be seen, 
it was thought, in the mixed doubles, with 
Miss May Sutton, who has gone over to try 
to win the English woman's title, but it was 
improbable that any other of the men would 
play at all. They expected to try out in 
one or two of the smaller contests, but none 
felt that they wanted to jeopardize their 
chances in the international tournament by 
undertaking the strain of such hard play as 
would be required to win honors in the 
championship. All expect hard practice to 
occupy them during the two weeks in Eng- 
land prior to the start of the internationals, 
so that each of the four men would be in first 
class shape when the time came for the start 
of their games. 

The invitation tournaments held on this 
side before the men sailed were beneficial in 
the extreme. They played for ten days at 
Norfolk among themselves to warm up for 
the match play to follow. They were seen at 
Orange, at Philadelphia at the Germantown 
Cricket Club, at Knollwood and . at Bay 

Ridge. In these four tournaments some line 
could be gotten on the men, though they 
were still raw in the final games. 

There was much that these games were ex- 
pected to clear up and in nearly every case 
they developed satisfactorily. Most import- 
ant was the question of how the accident to 
Larned's ankle would affect his play. It was 
feared that the break it sustained in the win- 
ter might seriously interfere with his ac- 
tivity and might render him susceptible to a 
breakdown under the severe strain of cham- 
pionship play. Fortunately there is ho evi- 
dence that either effect will appear. It now 
seems likely that he will be able to do full 
justice to himself when the time comes. 

His play in the preliminary games was a 
bit ragged, although he is fairly quick to con- 
dition in the early season. It is expected 
that with the two weeks on the other side he 
will round into form without much trouble 
and be up to his full strength when the final 
tests are held. Clothier seemed to be better 
than any of the others for the early date and 
ought to be in fine form if he is called upon 
to play any of the important matches. Ward 
was quite up to his early standard and gave 
every evidence of reaching his last season's 
high estate again. There need be no fear 
as far as can now be seen about leaving the 
defense of the honors in the singles to these 
three men. 

The showing of the doubles team was not 
so satisfactory. Here America must show 
better form than she has ever shown before 
to defeat* the Dohertys up to their top notch. 
That the Dohertys now are not the Dohertys 
of three years ago is the firm conviction of 
tennis experts on this side, even before the 
disconcerting news of H. L.'s illness came to 
hand. Nevertheless, unless Ward and 
Wright played at best and beyond their aver- 
age there appeared small chance of their car- 
rying off the match. It is disappointing, 
therefore, that they did not show at best in 
the early games, although their troubles 
' seemed to be simply lack of sufficient prac- 
tice. Ward was as good as ever, but Wright 
seemed off color on several occasions, and 
the two did not work together up to their 
usual form. At Knollwood a scratch team., 
Alexander and Hackett, beat them, while 
they had hard work to win on several pecas- 

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ions against impromptu 
combinations. At Knoll- 
wood they were forced 
to play two matches 
against Hackett and 
Alexander and against 
Larned and Clothier in 
an effort to get more 
hard work to condition 
them. At Bay Ridge 
they did constantly bet- 
ter, but they were still 
below fofnl. ( Reports' 
of their practice on the 
Other side will be 
awaited with Consider- 
able keenness and some 

T h e Conditions of 
play, as far as the other 
teams are concerned, 
are no different than 
they were at last writ- 
ing, as far as is known, 
with the exception of 
H. L. Doherty's ques- 
tionable condition. The 
Americans will have to 
beat Belgium in order 
to play France in the 
second tie of the series. The almost cer- 
tain default of the Austrians will thus pit 
them against the Australians in the final pre- 
liminary tie, provided, of course, they win 
the other two matches. The announced order 
of play is unchanged from last month and 
will remain unchanged unless conditions on 
the other side at the last minute 
cause an unexpected alteration. 

Winning all three ties, America 
will have the privilege of playing 
as challengers against the English 
team in the final games for the 
Cup. Larned and Ward, barring 
accidents, will unquestionably be 
chosen to play these, and Ward 
and Wright named for the dou- 
bles. It is confidently hoped that 
Larned will win both his single 
matches, in spite of his uncertain- 
ty in big contests, while it is ex- 
pected that Ward will defeat Rise- 
ley, who is at this time scheduled 
as England's second single player. 
This would win the trophy, leav- 
ing Ward and Wright to make as- 
surance doubly sure in the doubles 
against the Dohertys. 

While the American team is 
confident of success, there is no 
failure to appreciate the difficulty 
of their task. There is no disposi- 
tion to belittle their opponents, 
even in the preliminary play. They 
go rather with the determination 
to appear only at best all the wm. a. 




way through and to 
employ the utmost care 
and caution until the 
games themselves dem- 
onstrate their superior- 
ity, if they do. In this 
spirit there is no reason 
to anticipate any fiasco 

If the Davis trophy is 
brought back with ] 1. 
L. Doherty playing in 
top form, it will be the 
greatest triumph that 
America could win on 
the courts, and one that 
will make the names of 
the four men competing 
memorable for all time 
in tennis annals. 

The chances of Miss 
Sutton in the woman's 
championships are 
thought here to be ex- 
cellent. She has classed 
on this side so far the 
superior of any other 
exponent of the game 
among American wom- 
en that we cannot help 

feeling confident of her proving an equal 
superiority abroad. , She plays so near the 
standard of excellence attained by the first 
and second flight of men /players that this 
confidence seems entirely justified. If Eng- 
land possesses a player of equal capability 
Americans are not familiar with her play. 
Of course, there is the possibility 
of Miss Sutton not showing her 
true form, but this is not thought 
to be likely, so that it is expected 
she will be successful in bringing 
back the title. In the mixed dou- 
bles she should also do good work 
with Ward. They ought to work 
together very well in doubles and' 
prove the hardest kind of a com- 
bination to beat. It will be a great 
feather in her new fall hat if she 
succeeds in bringing back both of: 
the prizes she covets. Here's hop- 
ing she succeeds. 

Since last writing the indoor 
games at St. Nicholas rink have 
ended, the interscholastic tourna- 
ments have been completed and 
the earliest of the club events 
have been played. The Southern 
championships at Washington are 
completed and developed, as prom- 
ised, a higher standard than in 
previous years. John C. David- 
son, by his victory, becomes the 
permanent possessor of the trophy. 
The St. -Nicholas 'to&rnamen£ 
LA&§r$£ fizzled tQward the end. 


Recreation is the Official Publication 
of the National Archery Association 


At a meeting of the Executive Committee 
of the National Archery Association, held re- 
cently, Recreation was made the Official 
Publication of the Association. All official 
announcements, notices, news and gossip re- 
lating to the work of the national body will 
be found in these columns in future. 

President of the National Archery Association, 1905 


The annual meeting of the National Arch- 
ery Association of the United States will be 
held this year in Chicago, August 15-18, in- 
clusive. The indications are that a large 
number of Archers, ladies and gentlemen, 
will be present. 

Dr. Edward B. Weston, 85 Dearborn street, 
Chicago, will be pleased to give any informa- 
tion in regard to the meeting. 


Here is an interesting letter written by an 
old-timer to a beginner which we are en- 
abled to print through the courtesy of Dr. 
Weston : 

Two things set me to thinking of you this 
morning; first the splendid flood of sunlight 
that came pouring through my window at 

early morning, calling up memories of Arch- 
ery fields, and of days long gone in woods 
and fields, with bow and quiver, when I was 
young as you, and life was a full-fed river, 
"with beaded bubbles at the brim." Second, 
a letter came in from our treasurer calling 
for a little contribution to help on the cause 
of a new meeting, only seven short months 
away. You and I will meet, I hope, and on 
a fairer Archery field than that we staked 
out in the liquid mud of the Stadium. 
Sloppy and hateful as that job was, I remem- 
ber it with great pleasure, for there I got a 
new friend, and shall never be quite so great 
an enemy to the water-soaked earth as be- 
fore. It is the "evil wind that blows no 
good," you know. 

I hope you are studying the "draw and 
loose" during the days of winter, when shoot- 
ing in the field is denied. Much can be 
learned indoors. 

I have had but two or three chances to 
shoot since the meeting at St. Louis, once 
at Portland, when I scored about 480 at the 
single York, getting 45 — 219 at 100 yards 5j 
and once in wild rain and wind on Thanks- 
giving day, when I made less than 400 with 
96 at 60 yards, and once last week, when I 
scored a single York as follows : 

100 Yards 

80 Yards 
42 — 204 

60 Yards 
23— in 


So you will see how unreliable even an old 
veteran can be. Sometimes I can shoot al- 
most as well as I wish, and again I can't 
hit anything, and for some occult reason I 
cannot possibly get a good score at a public 
meeting. I suppose my nerves are strung too 
high to shoot well in public. Most persons 
fail at tournaments. 

I sincerely hope to see you shooting well 
next season. What you need to do is to 
observe the following rules : 

1. Get a good sharp-casting bow. 

2. Test your arrows until you prove that 
all shoot alike. Six arrows may all be good, 
and yet no two shoot alike, and hence the 
scoring will be poor. 

3. Draw a little lower — under the jaw, not 
beside it. 

4. Draw 27-inch arrows (full long enough 
for you) to within an inch of the head, — hold 
steadily an instant, while getting your aim, 
and then do the one, necessary, all-important 
thing, while holding steadily, draw the other 


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inch, three-quarter inch, half inch, or quarter 
inch (as may prove easiest in practice) slow- 
ly, smoothly, evenly, and loose on the draw. 
Pull the fingers firmly and slowly off the 
string. Do not open the fingers. Pull them 
hack ward off the' string. But pull them off 
slowly, firmly, toughly. You will realize the 
meaning of "toughly" when once you feel 
the fingers come off perfectly. Go into the 
park without any target. Aim so as to drop 

Several times Champion Archer of the United States 

the arrows about ioo yards away, but don't 
try to hit anything. Don't shoot at anything. 
That distracts attention from the loose. 
Keep shooting in that manner without a 
target until the perfect loose and the per- 
fect "hold" become mechanical, involuntary, 
natural. Then try the target, and not until 
then, and I promise you that you will sur- 
prise the Archers next August. 

Mr. has two of the most essential 

things nearly perfect, and because of them 
he scores despite some serious drawbacks. 
His hold is firm, not strained, and his final 
draw is made quietly while all is firm. If he 
would keep his cheek out of the way of the 
string by a two inch lower draw, he would 
grow in power rapidly. There is not, there 
cannot be any reason why you should not 
grow as rapidly as he. You have more 
strength, as quiet nerves and a mind as in- 
clined to learn from others. Don't imitate 
him or any one else. We each have glaring 

faults. "s draw is wrong, his loose 

good. 's draw and loose, including the 

"hold," which is part of the loose, is good, 
but it is too high, and loses him many a shot 
by the chafing of the string upon the jaw. 

My draw and loose are good, but the loose is 
too quick, except when I am in especially 
good condition, because of a lack of strength 
in the left arm to "hold" steadily, and thus 
insure the smoothness and quietness of the 
final one-half inch draw. 

I am interested in your Archery future, and 
if these suggestions should help you along I 
shall greatly rejoice. Please do not think 
me impertinent or egotistical. I can't shoot, 
but I do know how. I have studied the art 
until I feel as sure of my knowledge as I do 
of the multiplication table. Do not let the 
successful shooting of some one, who scores 
well despite his faults, lead you to adopt his 

Please do not attribute all this to an "old 
crank's hobby." 

With the hope of a good New Year to you, 
I am. X— Y— Z. 


The following extract from President 
Weston's recent circular letter is interesting 
at this time : 

There is not much more to be said in regard to our 
last year's meet in St. Louis; but I copy a little 
from Spalding's athletic almanac, comparing our 
shooting with the Indians and other outside peoples. 

"The archery contest was a disappointment. We 
have been led to believe that the Igorottes, the 
Africans, the Pigmies, the Cocopas, and the Ainus, 
who have been living for years with the bow and 
arrow, and with whom shooting with the arrow is 
an everyday occurrence, would exhibit the most 
marvelous target shooting that had ever been wit- 
nessed. The target, actually four feet by six, was 
placed forty-two yards away, and, astonishing to re- 
late, only two of the entrants pierced — hit — the 
target. The exhibition of archery shooting by the 
savage tribes was very disappointing, particularly 
to those who a few weeks later had the pleasure 
of seeing the American archers use their bows and 

I am giving the following dealers in archery 
goods free advertising for our good. Last year 
many did not take up the sport for the reason 
they could get no bows or arrows. E. I. Horsman 
& Co., New York City, can still furnish you goods, 
as they did 25 years ago. The Peters Arms Co., 
of Cincinnati, deal in archery. A. G. Spalding & 
Bros, are carrying a better stock of archery goods 
than they have carried for several years. They 
are also getting out an "Archery Guide," which every 
archer should own. The fact^ that our own Mr. 
L. W. Maxson has prepared it, is proof of its value. 

Mr. F. S. Barnes, of Forest Grove, Oregon, 
makes fine American yew bows. 


Mr. Henry Clements, the artist, and Mr. 
James Pryor, of Flushing, L. I., are both en- 
thusiastic archers and have been making 
some interesting experiments in the manu- 
facture of home-made bows. Mr. Pryor has 
secured some hard, dark-colored tropical 
wood, which he is using with great suc- 

He also. makes a jointed bow that may be 
taken apart and packed in small space. He 
promises to give the result of his experi- 
ments to Recreation before long. 

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Most trout fishermen know that the rivers 
flowing into the Gulf of St. Lawrence yield 
wonderful catches of fish, and it is true that 
one may hardly go astray, if contented with 
a moderate amount of sport, anywhere along 
the shores of that great inlet. Whether the 
fisherman's steps lead him to Cape Breton, 
Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, New 
Brunswick, or Quebec he will certainly find 
use for his fly rod from May to September, 
but of all the rivers in which I have wet 
a line, the Tracadie deserves the palm. There 
may be, probably there are, streams even bet- 
ter stocked with trout than the Tracadie, 
but as the only possible objection to this 
river is that it is too full of absurdly free- 
rising fish, no one need seek a better water. 

A brief description of the Tracadie must 
precede my story in order that the reader 
may follow me intelligently, for to many the 
Northeastern corner of New Brunswick is 
a little-known region. Between the month 
of the Miramichi and Shippegan, a small 
fishing station at the entrance to the Bay 
Chaleur, are two quite important streams, 
though they appear insignificant on the usual 
small-scale maps of the province. 

The more southerly is the Tabusintac, a 
famous trout water, but one that I cannot 
speak of from actual knowledge, the other, 
the Tracadie, one of the most "sporty" trout 
waters I have ever fished, east of the Rocky 

• I should estimate its total length at forty 
miles, of which a continuous stretch of fif- 
teen miles is a succession of pools swarming 
with trout from June to the freezing of the 

Both the Tracadie and the Tabusintac dis- 
charge into lagoons, or gullies, as the natives 
call them, and just before winter seals the 
pools every trout drops down to salt water, 
nor re-ascends the river until the spring 
floods are subsiding, toward the close of 
May. When they first strike into fresh 
water, they are bright as a new silver dollar, 
their small heads sunk in their arched shoul- 
ders, with flesh deep colored, and full of 
curdy flakes, telling of much good living 
during the long months of a Northern win- 
ter. These are the "sea trout" of the earlier 
writers, and if you would convince yourself 
that they are identical with Salvelinus fonti- 

nalis, do as I did, camp by the river side and 
watch them change, day by day, until by the 
first day of September you may search each 
limpid pool in vain for a single one of those 
superlatively beautiful, silvern fish that were 
so abundant just six weeks earlier. Trout, 
there are, in abundance, big, lusty fellows, 
the males fiery red underneath, with ugly 
hooked jaws; the females dusky, though far 
less repulsive than their consorts, yet show- 
ing plainly the deterioration inevitable, ap- 
parently, in all the salmonidae upon the ap- 
proach of the spawning season. 

Let me tell of a couple of trips I made a 
few years ago to this wonderful little river. 
On my first visit I had to put up with a 
canoe provided by my guide, Frank Con- 
nors, and it proved rather too large for the 
river, which in its upper waters, is little 
more than a brook. A long half day's drive 
from Bathurst, a town on the Intercolonial 
railway, one of the best built and most up- 
to-date railways in the Dominion, brought 
me to Connors' home, in the midst of the 
spruce woods and secluded enough for a 
hermit, though on the main road between 
Bathurst and Chatham. 

Here we "boiled the kettle," and then 
placed our belongings on a drag made out 
of a forked tamarac knee, which a heavy 
horse, accustomed to the woods, walked away 
with, and delivered, somewhat damp and 
muddy yet intact, at the dam on the upper 
South Branch early in the afternoon. Llere 
our troubles began. The brook was dead 
low, and for two and a half miles we had to 
lift the canoe, filled with all our camp kit, 
over the shallows, only resting from our 
labors af the few pools that would float the 

By dusk we were in camp at the Forks, 
and then the rain came down, and continued 
to come down for three whole days. More- 
over, as the rain came down, the river rose 
to meet it, so in the end they drove logs 
out of the Lord and Foy Brook that had 
been hung up since the spring freshets had 

Altogether, a week was lost, or rather it 
would have been lost had I had a less cheery 
and interesting companion than Connors, but 
as it was, barring the black flies that were 
bad, and the sand flies that were much worse. 
I did pretty well. Every few hours I would 
slog down through the dripping bushes to 




the bank, and watch the dirty, yellow flood 
mounting higher and ever higher up the 
stems of the willows, that at a normal pitch 
of water were feet above the surface. But, 
one morning the river had fallen a foot or 
so, and, although really far too high for 
good fishing, promised some sport. 

The correct Tracadie fly has a green or 
orange body, natural red hackle, a dark mal- 
lard wing, silver twisl, and is tied on a No. 
i O'Shaughnessy hook. A six-foot, single, 
leader of fine salmon gut, and a ten foot, 
ten ounce rod complete the ideal outfit. A 
light rod on the Tracadie is of little use; 1 
made one five ounce rod look like a cork 
screw in a single morning's fishing. The 
river is peculiar, being narrow, between cut 
banks, very swift, and you must nearly al- 

This time all went well. The water in 
the South Branch was just deep enough to 
float my little Milicete canoe, bought on the 
St. John river, and the weather was perfect. 
As to the fish, every pool was full of them, 
and whenever I cast in a likely place, two 
or three trout would make a dash at the fly. 

When, next day, we pushed off my rods 
were in their cases, and I did not wet a 
fly again, though we passed for miles through 
countless pools, and could see the great trout 
leisurely fanning their way up stream, or 
hanging, poised in the current, on the look- 
out for just such tempting fare as I had to 

Tn time we came to the first settler's 
clearing by the lagoon, at the very head of 
the tide, and as I wished to replace a broken 

The most "sporty" trout waters I have ever fished. 

ways kill your fish on the rod, and reel him 
in straight against the heavy current. Any 
fisherman knows what that means with a 
four pound trout in grand fighting trim at 
the end of your line, and no trout fight harder 
than these Tracadie fish just out of salt 

My first try gave me three large trout, with- 
out moving from the opening in the bushes 
which we had made for camp use. That 
afternoon I took fifteen more, and the next 
day I broke camp as my time was up. We 
salted the fish, and Connors told me when 
we met the next year, that they had gone 
well with his excellent potatoes and had 
been highly appreciated by the family. 

I now knew something about the Tracadie, 
and in the July following I was igain at the 
Forks, in camp and ready for fis ling. 

paddle we went ashore. A toothless old hag 
came out of the hovel to meet us, and on 
hearing our wants soon produced a paddle, 
for which she asked no less than twenty- 
five cents. My reckless generosity was such 
that I actually handed her the sum asked and 
reached for the paddle. But the deal was 
not over by any means, for the good dame 
after biting the silver, examined it carefully, 
and then throwing it to the ground, seized 
the paddle, uttering meanwhile some very 
recherche French oaths. 

Connors by this time was rolling on the 
ground in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. 
I could not quite see the joke at first, but 
finally grasped that the date on the quarter 
was not the same as the one the lady recog- 
nized as genuine ; hence her very proper sus- 
picion of the exchange, 



However, all was made right by my pock- 
eting the rejected coin, and giving her two 
ten-cent bits in its place. 

That night we slept in a comfortable farm 
house near Tracadie Village, and the next 
day drove sixty miles to Chatham. We 
toted the trout, but had to abandon the 

The Tracadie is now under lease, but I 
understand it may be fished by arrangement 
with the lessee. Report says it is as good 
as ever. ' 


At last the propagation of bullfrogs is be- 
ing seriously considered and Mr. W. E. Mee- 
han, commissioner of fisheries of the com- 
monwealth of Pennsylvania, tells me that this 
year they will probably put out one hundred 
thousand frogs, and this is only the result of 
gathering some wild frogs' spawn and hatch- 
ing it. The experiment was started at the 
Corry hatchery. 


The presence of the famous tuna in the 
waters adjacent to Cape Breton is not suffi- 
ciently well known to our deep sea fishers. 

If they realized that on a fine July day 
hundreds of these big fish may be seen in 
Mira Bay, Cape Breton, sporting and racing 
through the sunlit waters, they would surely 
get out their rods and traces, and depart for 
Cape Breton without loss of time. 

The sport is yet in its infancy, so far as 
Nova Scotia is concerned, as only one man 
seems to have had the temerity to fish for 
these monsters of the deep, and he was 
broken after he had the fish on for seven 
hours. Yet they take a small mackerel or 
other suitable bait readily, and boats and 
guides may be had ; so how comes it that our 
sea fishermen are neglecting Cape Breton? 

Those who are thinking of making a pil- 
grimage to the Lower Provinces had better, 
by the bye, procure a copy of the Inter- 
colonial railway pamphlet, entitled "Tours to 
Summer Haunts'' (Fourth edition), as they 
will find it full of information that should 
be useful. 

The horse mackerel, as the down-easters 
call the tuna, is also to be found along the 
Maine coast, and their tails are not an un- 
common sight as a decoration for barn and 
stable, where they do duty as weather vanes. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have just returned from my second trip 
to Florida, that land which is widely quoted 
in the railroad folders as a mecca for sports- 
men : "Where fish and game abound in un- 
limited quantities." Perhaps a few words 

from an old-time sportsman who has hunt- 
ed and fished this country over, may be in- 
teresting. I base anything I may say on 
actual experience. 

This spring I met a host of sportsmen and 
anglers who told me they would never go 
to Florida again. The State authorities are 
allowing a lot of fish pirates to kill the 
goose that lays the golden (tourist) egg. 

If the laws are enforced, Florida will 
long be a sportsman's paradise. But the law 
is a dead letter. Even the Secretary of 
State has no printed matter concerning the 
game and fish laws, and I doubt if he knows 

When I first visited Indian River I heard 
the boom of swivel guns on beds of sleep- 
ing ducks, night after night. I sent word 
to the Merritt Island warden to know why 
he did not arrest these violators of the law, 
and the word I got back was that he "hadn't 
heard the guns." This seemed very strange 
to me, as he lived two miles closer to where 
the dirty work was done, than I did. Still 
he may be a more sound sleeper than I. 
Let us hope, for his sake, that he is. 

Indian River, with its great marshes 
near it, is the winter home of untold thou- 
sands of ducks. The blue-bill is there in 
swarms, and they seem to prefer the river, 
while back in the marshes are black duck, 
teal, widgeons, canvasbacks, and some mal- 
lards. Just as I prophesied, many years ago, 
the extinction of the buffalo and the wild 
pigeon, and was derided for it. so I now 
prophesy the extinction of both the mallard 
and the canvasback, as far as Florida is 
concerned, and the time will not be far off. 

Much of the destruction is wanton. The 
ducks are killed and left to rot. This is 
most true of the trim little blue-bill. What 
do sportsmen think of a "drummer" who 
got off at Rockledge, hired a launch, and 
killed over thirty ducks, never stopping to 
pick them up, but letting them float off. 
This information was common property, 
yet I never heard of his paying even a li- 
cense to shoot, something which I believe 
the Florida laws — if there are any — provide 
for. The fishing here was once superb. 

I caught bass that gave me from fifty min- 
utes to an hour and a quarter of fair fight. 
These were salt water bass, but the lakes 
back of the river are literally alive with 
lusty big-mouth, fresh water . bass. They 
will bite at almost anything attached to a 
line. Any old spoon will do 

These lakes have such great margins of 
rushes and grass that I don't see hownesters 
can get many, so the chances are that they 
will last quite a time. They run from three 
to eight and ten pounds and are as game as 
one could wish for. Still fishing is almost 
unknown. The river trout and bass will not 
take a spoon. Nothing but a phantom min- 
now appeals to their taste. All fish there are 



good. Even the despised mullet is rieh and 

The quail shooting is far different from 
that of the North. Except in the big pine 
woods, the undergrowth is of such a nature 
that quail do not lie well. They find it too 
easy to run ahead of the dog a la California 

One must have a good retriever, one that 
will "face the music," for the ground all 
looks alike, and it is almost impossible to 
mark a dead bird. I may be mistaken, but 
the Florida quail seems to lack the size, 
plumpness and juiciness of his grain-fed 
Northern brother. This is a bad state for 
dogs. They seem to take every kind of dis- 
ease and are eaten up by fleas and ticks. I 
had a setter there last season whose ears 
were one continuous nest of fleas and flea 
eggs. I had to anoint him nearly every day 
to keep his ears from becoming raw. This 
was in January, when the Northern flea is 
not much in evidence. Many good dogs, not 
native bred, are yearly bitten by snakes, and 
so, on the whole, a visitor ought to bring a 
dog he can spare and leave his "cracker- 
jack" at home. 

There are a few turkeys left and some 
deer, but here again we find a far different 
animal from the true Northern or "Virginia" 
deer. I have shot deer in many places, 
chiefly in Arkansas, but down here one does 
not see the big, plump fellows with "rock- 
ing chair" horns. The Florida deer is much 
like the Florida cow, small and scrawny. 
They slink through the undergrowth much 
as a rabbit does. I saw two just the other 
day, and both together wouldn't make one 
fair Northern deer. "Good eatin' " in the 
pine woods is very scarce and it affects all 
kinds of game. They "drive" chiefly, and I 
don't wonder, for if a good still hunter 
could ever get a shot in the tangled under- 
growth it would be sheer luck. 

As to alligators, once so closely associated 
with Florida, they are rapidly becoming ex- 
tinct. Shot, first for protection or glory, and 
then for their hides, the war on them is now 
almost unceasing, and the few that are seen 
by tourists are confined in private ponds. I 
wonder how long shoes, purses and travel- 
ing bags will continue to be made of genu- 
ine (?) alligator hides. 

Last winter the Times-Union had an ar- 
ticle supposed to refer to Florida fish, head- 
ed, "Where are the fish going?" While the 
article was timely, it seemed to deal with 
ocean fishing and went back to 1885. when 
thirty to forty thousand barrels of mackerel 
were thrown away in New York. The 
Times-Union has only to send a man along 
the east coast to see where the Florida fish 
are going. One day I saw in a fish house 
of a little town the evidences of the work of 
two boats and four men during one night. 
I saw one ice box about fifteen feet long, five 
feet wide, and four feet high completely 

packed with grand bass, trout and king fish. 
Near this were four barrels packed full. 
Across the house was another ice box half 
full, and on the floor two piles of fish that 
would make an angler sick at heart to see. 
These fish were all taken in gill-nets. I 
learn that the State allows gill-nets, but they 
must be put down in the channel and the fish 
allowed to go in, if they choose. But, they 
must not be driven in. Now, I know by 
actual observation that the law is deliber- 
ately broken, with full knowledge, every 
time these fellows go out. They go across 
the river right in front of private premises, 
set their nets in the shallow water, and by 
beating on slats fastened to wading boots, 
at the same time keeping up an unearthly 
din on their boats, they scare out the bass 
and trout that are feeding along the shore. 

This noise is made at any and all hours 
of the night, disturbing nervous women and 
sick men. Why some good man or men 
don't "shoot out their lights" is a mystery 
to me. The gang would last just one night 
on any Northern river. 

Pearson's for February hits the case by 
saying that if the fish of a particular region 
are all caught, there is no hope that others 
from surrounding localities will take their 
place. The exhaustion of a local fishery is 
not like dipping water out of a bucket, 
where the vacancy is immediately filled, but 
it is more like scooping lard out of a keg 
where there is a space left that remains an 
empty hole, unoccupied by anything else, for 
it is a habit of fish to spawn on the ground 
where they were hatched, and the fish of any 
particular spawning ground having been de- 
stroyed, no others will come to take their place. 
The above is, alas, too true, and an ex- 
ample is seen to-day in the beautiful Indian 
River, once noted for its fish. Indian River 
is a net work of nets, from its mouth to its 
head, and it is a farce for the hotels along 
its shores to advertise "good fishing." It is 
actually amusing to see guests go trolling 
day after day with no success. The poach- 
ers can catch more fish in one night than a 
dozen launches can catch in a month, fishing 

Strange to say, I lived there some six 
months and never heard of an arrest by 
any sort of a Game Warden, good, bad or 
indifferent. There is some talk of cutting . 
more inlets from the ocean into Indian 
River. If they are cut, of course business 
at the fish houses will be better. 

I think I know the trolling grounds here. 
I have a friend who caught three fish in 
one month, and I caught two while with him. 
And this in the wonderful Indian River, 
"Teeming with game fish." They had better 
cut that out of the railroad folders. 

Nearly every negro in Florida owns a 
gun of some kind. They shoot at every- 
thing that moves, lives or has being, except 



By the way, the Times-Union said, "Why 
not forbid the sale of fish as we do that of 
venison and quail during certain months?" 
Very good. But how about wardens to en- 
force the law? There is a close season of 
six weeks, but not a fisherman pays any at- 
tention to the fact. 

Florida will, no doubt, take stringent steps 
to protect her game and fish — after it is too 
late. There is a law now against killing 
deer in my own State, but it is fifteen 
years since a deer has been seen there. 
After her fish and game are all gone and 
the hotels begin to lose patronage I expect 
to hear of some splendid Florida laws, and 
at present rate of vandualism, it won't be 

An Old Timer. 


Editor Recreation : 

My experience with black bass has been 
obtained within the past five years, so my 
story is neither so long nor so thorough as 
that of many ; but I have had an opportunity 
to fish some virgin waters, and as far as 
mere numbers go, my record is not a bad one. 
After reading most of the yarns that have 
appeared in sporting magazines and news- 
papers during the last decade, I have come 
to the conclusion that the typical black bass 
water is considered to be a sluggish stream, 
meandering among lily pads, and wherein 
are many submerged roots that serve as hid- 
ing places for the bass. Perhaps so ; but my 
best fishing has been in clear northern lakes, 
where the fish are caught on sandy bottoms, 
and fight like demons. If you would enjoy 
such bass fishing, you will have to go to the 
lakes of Northern Ontario, where the waters, 
purified by six months of frost, are as clear 
as crystal and almost as cold as ice. There 
you will certainly be led to think yourself a 
heaven-born fisherman. You may use a 
spoon, fly, or bait, the result will be the 
same. If the demon bass do not smash your 
rod, break your line and bore holes in your 
landing net, you will be forced to leave off 
fishing long before you are tired of the game. 
As a sportsman, you evidently could not 
continue to fish for these fine knights of the 
water, so full of bull-dog courage, after you 
have taken all that your Indians and your- 
self can take care of. And, even in the for- 
est, where one's appetite is ravenous, very 
few three-pound bass will suffice a man for 
a meal. I remember once on a lake called 
Obabika, finding small-mouthed bass in such 
numbers that the taking of them was ridicu- 
lously simple. I caught a half dozen, some 
on the fly and others with a small casting 
spoon, and then returned to camp surfeited. 
While the men were preparing the meal, a 
couple of New York sportsmen hove in sight. 

They bad heard of the fishing at Obabika, 
and were crazy to begin. So I took them in 
my canoe and paddled a few hundred yards 
to where a long sandy spit almost divided 
the lake. 

"What shall we use, fly or spoon? - ' 

"Oh, whatever you like, but perhaps you 
had better begin with the fly." The sand 
spit was submerged for two-thirds of its 
length, one side shelving gradually, the 
other dropping suddenly into water of con- 
siderable depth. I paddled the canoe along 
the edge of this submerged bank at a slow 
rate of speed, my two acquaintances casting 
alternately ahead and abeam. 

Within an hour they gave it up in disgust. 
The fish were too numerous and too easily 
caught. One of them said to me : "Why, we 
came all the way from New York City and 
talked of nothing but the fishing we hoped 
to have, and yet, within an hour we are al- 
most ready to go back. There is no sport in 
catching such simple, ridiculously abundant 
fish." ' 

I am inclined to think, however, that so 
far as Lake Obabika and the other lakes of 
the Timagaming chain are concerned, this 
reproach will not exist long. A railroad has 
been put in from North Bay to the eastern 
arm of Timagaming, and in a year or two 
the bass will be quite sophisticated and con- 
siderably fewer in number. 

As a foil to this experience, I can recom- 
mend the black bass of the St. Lawrence 
river, whether it be at the Thousand Islands, 
Lake St. Francis, Lake St. Louis, or even 
opposite Montreal City. The big river con- 
tains many bass, — -five and six pounders are 
often taken. Their perceptive and reasoning 
powers seem well developed; thus the num- 
ber taken on artificial bait of any kind is in- 
finitesimal. The most deadly bait of all is 
a small green frog; after that the larvae of 
the stone fly, miscalled helgramites by the 
natives ; lastly, a nice, lively minnow, hooked 
carefully through the lips. It is with these 
baits that the biggest are taken. Some few 
men managed to beguile an occasional bass 
by casting along the reefs and shallows with 
a fly. But it is only on warm summer even- 
ings that they seem to be successful. 

We have heard a great deal about the west- 
ern or Kalamazoo style of casting, and of 
the short rod and free reel ; but I'm afraid 
that these rods are better for casting than 
for actual fishing. For mv own part, I think 
a three-piece rod, eight feet long, weighing 
about eight ounces, with agate guides, is the 
best rod for killing large black bass, though, 
perhaps, it may not be the best rod for hook- 
ing them. A six-foot rod is far from my 
ideal, although I must confess that I should 
like to hear from some brother fisherman 
who is in the habit of using such a rod. 

My own reel is a Milam, No. 2, holding 
about eighty yards. But although it is a 



good reel in every respect. 1 have no doubt 
that equally good ones may he had from 
such firms as Mills, Abbey & Imbrie, and 
Julius Vom lloff, but I certainly think for 
casting a light bait the reel is as important 
as the rod. Js not too much attention being 
given to casting, anyway? As an old sal- 
mon fisherman, 1 feel strongly on this point. 
I have taken men to the river bank that 
were wonderfully good casters, and who 
turned out to be wonderfully poor fisher- 
men. My experience in bass fishing leads 
me to think that here, also, one can differen- 
tiate pretty sharply between the long dis- 
tance caster and the patient, quiet, skillful 

When once hooked, a small-mouthed black 
bass, in the cool waters of the North is a 
terrific fighter ; yet he is no better than the 
gallant rainbow trout of the Pacific Coast. 
And, ye gods ! What a difference there 
would be were they laid side by side on the 
platter ! The one brave, strong, active, is 
but a coarse fish after all ; the other, the 
glorious champion of the rushing waters— r 
beautiful and game — the Darling of the 
Gods! Perhaps I am prejudiced; but, for 
me, the salmonidse are first and best, and I 
can grant the black bass, taking all his quali- 
ties into consideration — not merely his 
strength and pluck — but a poor second. 

But, after all, have not youthful associa- 
tions much to do with our judgment? The 
boy who strolled along the banks of some 
purling trout burn with a light heart, will 
be very apt to be a lover of trout to the end 
cf his days; while the youngster whose half 
holidays were spent where the lily pads 
sheltered the redoubtable black bass, regal 
by comparison with the coarser denizens of 
the sluggish waters, will consider Microp- 
terus dolomieu the King of the Fresh 

Samuel King, Rochester, N. Y. 

Editor Recreation : 

We have very good fishing within easy 
reach of Buffalo. The fish consists of musca- 
longe, perch, black bass, yellow perch and 
blue pike, the latter fish being found only in 
Lake Erie. 

Muscalonge is good only for about a couple 
of months, but the other fish may be found 
all the summer. The bait we use for musca- 
longe is spoon ; for perch, worms and min- 
nows ; for pike and black bass, soft shell 
crabs and worms. The bass, of course, take 
the fly, and muscalonge is also sometimes 
caught with that lure. 

There are many places along the Niagara 
river and near Buffalo, at the foot of Michi- 
gan, Ferry and Hertel streets, where boats 
may be hired for one dollar a day, or, with 
boatman, at $4.50. We have any number of 
hotels and boarding houses where sportsmen 

may put up. At the Bedell House, the rates 
are from $2 to $3.50 a day. There is a hotel 
on the Ontario side, at Black Creek, kept by 
Mr. Charles Jenks, that is a good stopping 
place for fishermen. 

Our muscalonge season opens June 1st, and 
ends with the month of February. Black 
bass fishing becomes legal June 15th, and 
also ends with the month of February. One 
muscalonge, weighing 18 pounds, was caught 
off Fludson street, Buffalo, on June 2(1. 

Black Creek, about twelve miles down the 
river from Buffalo, on the Ontario side, is 
the best place for perch, and the head of 
Grand Island, Niagara river is good trolling 
ground for muscalonge. 

C. E. Sterling, Buffalo, N. Y. 


Editor Recreation : 

We have had no fishing to speak of in 
Moriches Bay and vicinity up to date of this 
letter (June 2d), but there are plenty of 
black fish just outside. Blackfish usually run 
about thirty days. We use as bait, clams, 
barnacles, and fiddler crabs. Our tackle is a 
drop line, heavily leaded. Boats and boat- 
men may be hired for $5 a day. Fishermen 
will find good accommodations at either the 
Howell or Prospect houses, their rates being 
$2 a day. 

There is good fishing for perch, bass and 
catfish in Kaler's lake, where there are also 
a few trout. Boats may be hired at twenty- 
five cents an hour. 

Jacob H. Miller, East Moriches, N. Y. 


Editor Recreation : 

Our fishing season begins here about May 
20th, when bluefish, weakfish, kingfish, Span- 
ish mackerel, and several varieties of bottom 
feeders are caught. A little later plenty of 
sheepshead are taken about our wrecks, and 
near our wharves. Some very heavy catches 
are made. 

The most direct way of reaching this place 
is by way of Beaufort, N. C, taking the 
daily mail steamer from that port. 

FI. S. Doxsee, 
Hunter's Home, Ocracoke, N. C. 


Editor Recreation : 

The present season is very favorable for 
deep sea fishing off this coast. Plenty of 
haddock, cod and pollock are being taken. 
We have a good hotel here, with accommoda- 
tion for one hundred guests, within six miles 
of the fishing grounds. There is a large 
launch that can be hired. 

Small fish, such as dinners, flounders and 
eels, are to be caught in great abundance, 
within a stone's throw of the hotel. Our fall 
and spring gunning is unsurpassed. 

L. A. Dixon, South Freeport, Me. 


Editor Recreation : 

A few days ago I had the pleasure of hold- 
ing a long chat with Major E. Taylor, the 
widely-known authority on ballistics. Like 
all other men of vast experience, the Major 
is by no means as well assured that certain 
accepted theories are absolutely correct, as is 
the tyro. The man who knows it ail is gen- 
erally a beginner ; the veteran, who has given 
half a lifetime to the study of projectiles, 
powders, calibers, and shot in general, is usu- 
ally modest and not at all inclined to dogma- 

A good deal of attention is being paid just 
now to an automatic pistol by the United 
States Government. Although it is undoubt- 
edly true that a man who can shoot accu- 
rately and quickly, can do most effective 
work with a .38-caliber revolver, in the 
hands of a poor shot the .45-caliber is the 
more trustworthy weapon. For this reason, 
the government is now experimenting with 
a view to putting an automatic pistol of that 
caliber in the hands of the soldier. Speci- 
men cartridges were seen which had rim- 
less bases, and metal jacketed bullets, and 
this type will, it is thought, be most prob- 
ably decided upon. 

As an all-round shot, Major Taylor's rep- 
utation is too well known to need endorse- 
ment by me. And, hence, it is interesting to 
learn that he has satisfied himself that the 
upward throw of a heavily loaded revolver, 
when fired, has no effect whatsoever upon 
the trajectory of the bullet. Careful experi- 
ment has shown that the bullet has left the 
barrel before the upward movement takes 
place ; were it not for this, it would be im- 
possible to hit a man with the bullets from a 
heavily loaded revolver, unless you aimed at 
his feet, when you might, possibly, blow the 
top of his head off. 

Another experiment has upset a pet theory. 
We have always been told that any rifle 
would shoot inaccurately from a rest ; yet, 
Major Taylor has succeeded in getting won- 
derful shooting out of his Krag at 1,000 
yards, the rifle being shot from a vice-like 
rest. So certain is the experimenter that he 
can duplicate this result ?t will, that he has 
offered to shoot such a rifle against one held 
by any marksman whomsoever, the marks- 

man to shoot prone or in a back position, as 
he may elect. 

In view of this experiment, how are we to 
believe in all those fine-spun theories about 
flip and jump? One movement, however, has 
been noticed, and it seems to have been too 
obscure to have attracted much attention 
from practical shooters. It was found that 
there was a movement of rotation in the bar- 
rel, opposite to the direction of the twist. 
This can be accounted for by the pressure of 
the bullet against the guiding shoulder of the 

Major Taylor has found that the principal 
drawback to pure lead bullets is the ease 
with which they fuse, and the fact that they 
shrink more when cooling than those con- 
taining a certain admixture of tin. This is 
recognized by such firms as the Ideal Manu- 
facturing Company, which require to know 
the composition of the bullet a prospective 
purchaser proposes using before they under- 
take to make a mould for him. Some of the 
formulae given for bullet alloys are certainly 
alarmingly complicated, and it is difficult to 
see how metals having such widely differing 
specific gravities ar.d fusing points, can be 
kept intimately mixed while the casting of 
the bullets is in progress. It would seem 
that out of a batch of bullets there must be 
much difference in their composition. 

In the' Major's collection of bullets there 
are some that exhibit well the resistance of 
water. Soft point bullets, fired into an experi- 
mental tank, have been more upset by mere 
contact with the water than similar buliets 
fired through a series of pine boards. Firing 
into water, however, permits jacketed bullets 
to be recovered uninjured, and in a condition 
to be examined for marks of the rifling. Such 
bullets, by the way, are a means by which the 
depth of the grooves, and their width, as well 
as the shape of the lands, may be ascertained 
readily. All that is needed is a measuring 
instrument reading to 1-1000 of an inch. 

The United States government and the 
large rifle manufacturers have their more 
elaborate methods, but riflemen can find out 
a great deal about the interior of his rifle, 
by simply forcing a bullet through the bar- 
rel, and then taking careful measurements 
of the projectile. 

— St. Croix. 





Editor Recreation : 

Referring to the letter of Alexander Mc- 
Donald, Medicine Hat, N. W. T., in the May 
number, under the caption of "Phenomenal 
Shots," and to your request to us to relate 
our shots, if we have ever made any, I can 
think of several of mine that might be classed 
as phenomenal ones, without exaggerating 
them any, which you don't want us to do. 

Away back in 1896 I happened to be stop- 
ping at a stage ranch, at Mountain Pass, 
Texas. We had a mule there that seemed 
tojiave the distemper, and the station keeper 
turned him out to run in the green for a few 
days until it would be seen what was wrong 
with him. 

One morning during a heavy rainstorm the 
mule turned up missing, and after breakfast, 
when the rain had held up a little, I offered 
to hunt him up. He had been left out in a 
chaparall, a prairie covered with Mesquite 
bushes, and going to it 1 began to look up his 
trail. I carried my gun, a Spencer carbine, 
under my right arm, with the muzzle point- 
ing down, to keep what rain was still falling 
out of the barrel, and was going along slow- 
ly, looking at the ground ahead of me, when 
I came near stepping on top of a large doe 
that had been lying under a bush to get out 
of the rain. The doe saw me before I saw 
her, and jumping up, bounded off, and I, 
not waiting to get my gun to my shoulder 
and take aim properly, seized it at about the 
middle of the barrel with my left hand and 
still keeping it down at my side, raised the 
muzzle, drawing the gun forward at the same 
time, and fired, without hardly stopping to 
see whether I had the gun pointed at the 
deer or not. The deer gave a single jump, 
then fell dead in her tracks. She was, with 
one exception, the largest doe I had ever 
seen. The station keeper, that my shot had 
brought out, had to drag her all the way, as 
he could not carry her. I was sorry after- 
wards that I had not missed her. I did not 
make a practice of shooting does, but always 
let them go, and aimed at the bucks. I had 
been taught to spare the does while I was 
still a small boy, by a gentleman who taught 
me not only that but a good many other 
things. Pie would go without a deer rather 
than shoot a doe, and I had never shot one 
until then. 

The next curious shot was at a deer also. 
I was riding up a small valley near the head 
of the Sabonal river, Texas, when I noticed 
three deer feeding in the open, close to a 
bunch of heavy brush, that grew at the foot 
of the hill. The deer saw me about the same 
time that I saw them, and they ran into 
this clump of brushes on their right and 
stopped in them, while I dismounted and got 
ready to shoot. I had a Sharp's carbine, :-md 
carried its cartridges and those for my Colt's 

army pistol in a small leathern pouch, all of 
them mixed up together. Both were forty- 
five caliber, but the pistol cartridges were the 
smallest and would not lit the carbine; in my 
hurry to load I got hold of a pistol cart- 
ridge and had it thrown into the chamber 
before I noticed it. Then, not wanting to 
lose any time in getting it out, I put in a car- 
bine cartridge, throwing the pistol cartridge 
forward out of the way. Then taking aim 
at the only part of any of the deer thai J 
could see between the bushes — it was the 
shoulder of one as it afterwards turned out — 
T fired, and two of the deer ran out and up 
over the hill. The one I had shot at stayed 
there until we got him. 

On cutting the deer we found my pistol 
cartridge in him, it having killed him. The 
carbine ball had not hit him at all. I natural- 
ly thought that since this cartridge had not 
exploded it must be defective; the ball that 
had shoved it out of the gun must have hit 
it on the primer. But when I put it in the 
pistol in order to find out if it was defective 
it exploded all right. Why it had not done 
so before, I could not explain. 

Another curious shot of mine was one that 
I fired at a buffalo — missed him — and shot 
a turkey that I did not see. I was out 
alone with a band of Comanches on a winter 
buffalo hunt, and at this time we were in 
camp, on a creek that ran in among some 
sand hills. The buffalo would often be 
found among those hills. I hunted them 
there on foot, using a Winchester that be- 
longed to the chief. 

I came across a buffalo there one day. He 
was between two of these hills, in a narrow 
valley that opened into the one in which the 
creek ran, and, when about two hundred 
yards away from the buffalo, I fired at him 
and missed him, as I thought, or else hit him 
where the shot would not hurt him much. 
He ran off down to the creek, while I shot 
again ; then seeing that he was still going, I 
went into camp, and in half an hour one of 
my Comanche boys came in carrying a 
turkey, and carrying it to me says : "Here is 
that turkey you shot." 

"Why, I shot no turkey," I told him. "I 
was shooting at that buffalo." 

"Well, you missed him, and shot this 
turkey. There were four of them down 
there before the buffaloes came ; I was try- 
ing to get close enough to shoot them (he 
only had a bow and arrows), when you shot 
this one and the rest all left.'' 

I examined the turkey now, and found that 
one of my balls had gone clean through him. 
"My brother can have him," I told the boy; 
"take him home and eat him ; I don't want 

Another of my shots that might rather be 
called a long shot than a phenomenal one — 
killed an antelope. 



The last time these Indians were ever sent 
out, in what was then the Indian Territory, 
on a winter's hunt, was in 1878. The buffalo 
had got to be so scarce then that but a few 
of them could be found, and the Indians came 
near starving. That winter the cavalry troop 
that I then belonged to was sent out with 
these Indians to relieve them, and we made 
our camp on Wolf creek, west of Fort Sup- 
ply, about where the eastern end of what is 
now Beaver County, Oklahoma. 

A few days before New Year's Day I was 
sent down to Supply with a dispatch to be 
sent by telegraph to Washington, asking for 
permission to bring all these Indians in as 
they were starving. On getting to Supply, I 
found that a dispatch was here already, tell- 
ing us to bring them in. I took it back with 
me next day, going through to camp, sixty 
miles in less than a day. The captain now 
asked me to start early next morning and 
hunt up all the Indians I could find to the 
west of us, and turn them back home. He 
wanted me to go, because I knew every foot 
of that country and would not get lost; few 
of the men here knew so much about it. 

I took with me a young Northern Chey- 
enne Indian, with whose band I had camped. 
He spoke very fair English, and I wanted 
him to act as interpreter between me and 
the Cheyennes and Arapahoes ; I could talk 
to the Comanches myself ; I spoke their lan- 
guage, and these three tribes and that of the 
Pawnees, who most of them speak English, 
were about all the Indians I could find out 

I carried a Springfield, 45-70 rifle. Our 
troop had the Springfield carbine, but I had 
managed to get a rifle. I had a Marlin of 
my own, but this captain would not let me 
carry it ; he did let me carry a Springfield, 

We had been out now for several days, 
and had found and sent in a number of small 
bands of Indians. I was now going to the 
Canadian river to hunt up the Pawnees, that 
I knew were on it somewhere, and I was 
pushing the horses to get to the river be- 
fore night. I was still about ten miles to the 
north of it, and was riding across a wide 
prairie that had been burned over not long 
ago. The new grass had just begun to 
soring up when my Indian suddenly pulled 
his horse up short, and pointing to the south, 
says, " Look ! Heap antelope ! " I saw 
them, about one thousand yards away, on 
the side of a high roll in the prairie, but had 
not the grass been burned off, neither I nor 
the Indian might have seen them. They 
showed quite plain now with this black soil 
for a background, and they were all in a 
bunch eating the new grass. 

Jumping off my horse, I got my rifle off 
the saddle, then, going to the front, raised 
the sight to nine hundred yards, and knelt 

down to take careful aim ; if I hit one it 
would be by accident. Had I my Marlin 
here, though, there would be no accident 
about it. The Indian spoke now : "Don't 
shoot; no good; you can't hit; too far." 

"You wait," I told him, "mebbe so I can 
hit." Then, taking careful aim, I fired, and 
the whole bunch after running around for a 
minute, made off. 

"You get one," the Indian told me. I 
could not see at first whether I had got one 
or not, but looking carefully to where the 
Indian pointed, I saw that one, at least, was 

The Indian now wanted to go and get him. 
"No," I told him. "You stop here until I 
call you. I want to see how far." 

We had been drilled to estimate distances, 
and I could guess any distance up to fifteen 
hundred yards very closely — I could guess 
one or two hundred yards almost as closely 
as with a tape line'. 

I rode off a hundred yards, then sent the 
Indian to it ; then rode the next hundred and 
called him there, and kept on until I had 
eight hundred yards marked off. The ante- 
lope lay sixty-five yards still beyond that. 

The Indian, coming up now, asks, "How 
much?" "Mebbe to nine hundred yards," I 
told him. Then looking back to where we 
had started from, and next looking at my 
rifle, he asks, "How far that gun shoot?" 

"Mebbe to two miles and a half," I told 
him. It would not carry quite that far, but 
these Northern Cheyennes, the tribe that he 
belonged to, had a habit of breaking our 
every once in twenty years. They had left 
and had gone clean across Kansas the year 
before this and might go again. I wanted to 
impress this fellow with the idea that I could 
reach him several miles away if he went on 
the war path next time. He would, no doubt, 
tell his friends all about this shot on his 

My ball had hit the antelope in the flank, 
and was still in him somewhere. I did not 
open him to look for it ; I had not time. I 
cut off the hind quarters to take along with 
us. The Indian wanted to take all of him; 
he could eat a heap, he said. So could I. 
But I had taken an extra horse with me to 
pack instead of a mule — the horse would 
not give me the same trouble that a mule 
would giye — and I did not want to load 
him too heavily — he had a fair load on him 

The sun was getting low now, and I still 
had a number of miles to go to get to the 
river, and after getting within half a mile of 
it I might have to go several miles up or 
down outside of the canyon it flows through, 
before I could get down to the river itself. 
I did not have to do that, though, as it after- 
ward turned out, but managed to strike the 
canyon at the only place a horse could get 



down it for miles either above or below there, 
and the Indians put in half of the night in 
trying to eat all of the antelope. 

John A. Brooks, Erie, Pa. 


Editor Recreation : 

In reading the account of a phenomenal 
shot by Mr. Alex. McDonald in the current 
issue, I am reminded of an incident that oc- 
curred under my own observation. My 
cousin Roy and I were shooting at a mark 
with my 38 caliber Winchester one after- 
noon in the summer of 1903. We placed our 
target on a stone heap at one corner of a 
garden, at a distance of about 100 yards, 
and after putting onr target, which was an 
old tin cracker box about 14 x 18 inches, 
out of commission we set up pieces of brok- 
en crockery, as when hit they fly to pieces 
and furnish instant proof of a good shot. It 
was Roy's turn to shoot and I had given 
him as a target one-half of a dinner plate. 
He fired and missed, but claimed another 
shot. This time he was successful and the 
pieces flew in all directions, and the bullet, 
glancing from one of the stones, went sing- 
ing through the brush beyond. On going to 
the stone heap to set up another mark, I 
found, on a flat stone in front of the target, 
several drops of fresh blood. Knowing 
from experience that "you can't get blood out 
of a stone" I looked for an explanation, and 
found that, -probably disturbed by the bullet's 
striking the stone heap, a striped adder had 
poked his head out of the pile of stones, 
just in time to get his throat cut with neat- 
ness and dispatch by the bullet which broke 
the plate. On convincing Roy that he had 
actually shot the head off a snake at a dis- 
tance of 100 yards with a rifle, he immedi- 
ately got such a swelled head that he has 
since refused to shoot with me, as he no long- 
er considers himself in my class. As my 
chances of matching his performance are 
slim, indeed, I must patiently wait for some- 
thing to turn up so I can take some of the 
conceit out of him. 

Miles H. Ray, Providence, R. I. 


Editor Recreation : 

Having just read Mr. Alex. McDonald's 
story about the phenomenal shot of Jimmy, 
I wish to tell about a "phenom" shot at a 
rabbit I witnessed. While located at Helena, 
Montana, a couple of years ago, I had some 
of the finest trout fishing trips I ever en- 
joyed. One morning a young fellow by the 
name of Keith and I started on wheels to 
"John's Ranch," to fish "Little Prickly Pear" 
creek. While riding between Scratchgravel 
and Silver, the jack rabbits and cottontails 
started to jump and make for the coulees 
Keith was a little in advance of me, when 

he noticed a little cottontail had stopped 
about thirty-five yards away, and was re- 
garding us with curiosity. We were riding 
at a pretty good clip. Keith took a flying 
jump from his wheel and pulling his thirty- 
eight at the same time, he took two snap 
shots at the cottontail, which leaped into the 
air and fell over apparently dead. I got off 
my wheel and we walked over and I picked 
"Bunny" up. There was not a mark on it of 
any kind and while holding it by the ears it 
came to, then struggled and twisted to get 
away, so I threw it into a clump of sage 
brush, and off it went as lively as ever. 
Those bullets must have gone just close 
enough to stun the rabbit. Otherwise there 
was not a mark on it to show that it had 
been touched. 

Will Wilhehn, Sunbury, Pa. 

Editor Recreation : 

Reading the letters in Recreation relating 
to different sized guns impels me to give a 
description of one I have. Being out of the 
ordinary patterns manufactured, it may pos- 
sibly start a controversy, but I hope not ; for 
it is not my wish or desire to invite one. I 
simply wish to tell what my 28 gauge is 
capable of. 

It may not be generally known that all 
Hudson's Bay Company's guns are and have 
been since the first guns were introduced into 
the territories, of a uniform bore, and that 
is 28. They are of this size from the old 
flintlock pattern to the fine breech-loading 
guns of the present day. It is, however, only 
of recent years that breech-loaders have 
come in general use, and I think my own gun 
was the very first made, special, by the com- 
pany's gunmakers in London. 

I sent a description to our secretary of the 
kind of gun I wished and he put the order in 
hand. The principal points that I insisted 
upon were the length of the barrel and 
weight, the first to be thirty inches and the 
weight not to exceed six. pounds. 

I wanted it of light-weight so as to enable 
me to hold the canoe motionless with the 
paddle while I aimed and fired with the 
other hand. In still watching for beaver to 
be able to fire with one hand is a great ad- 
vantage, and this was what I had in mind 
when ordering the gun. 

The makers did better than the require- 
ments, as they sent out a gun that weighed 
five pounds, twelve ounces. In the instruc- 
tions they gave 2 J / 2 drams powder and V\ 
ounce shot. With this charge it could do 
wonderful execution, surpassing any gun I 
ever handled. With the same quantity of 
powder and a 28 ball on top, it was as accu- 
rate and effective as any rifle up to two 
hundred yards, and many are the caribou 
and bear that it brought low. I used it dur- 



ing many years for all purposes, always with 

One shot in particular I noted. The first 
•ptarmigan of the season had arrived, a sin- 
gle bird and very wild. I rose him twice 
at a distance out of all reason, each flight 
he was getting closer to the river and I de- 
termined that the next time I found him I 
would fire, be the distance what it might. As 
I came out through some alders at the edge 
of the barren grounds I perceived him sit- 
ting on a small snow drift looking very wild 
and apparently about to take flight. 

I fired and was surprised to see the bird 
roll off the snow, so surprised indeed that I 
laid my gun on the snow and stepped off the 
intervening distance and found it one hun- 
dred and fifty paces. 

Now, as an ordinary step on snow shoes 
covers about thirty-two inches, the result is 
that the bird was killed at one hundred and 
thirty-three yards. 

The charge was three-quarters of an ounce 
of BB shot with the authorized quantity of 
powder. Three pellets struck the bird: one 
in the head and two in the body. 

I have used it for goose hunting at long 
distances over water and also on the wing 
and found it equal to any large gauge gun 
as a deadly shooter. Of course it has no 
scattering power, being small and containing 
fewer pellets to the charge, but one does not, 
as a rule, desire to pepper the whole of one 
side of a barn. Effectiveness in hunting is 
what is desired, it is better to kill one goose 
dead, than to wound two, or more, and get 

At one hundred and fifty yards it will de- 
liver a bullet inside the circumference of a 
dinner plate and when I saw that amount of 
head or shoulders of a caribou, I counted 
him mine before pressing the trigger. 

As to weight, there is a pleasing differ- 
ence with this gun and one of the large 
heavy ones when one has to carry it through 
the brush on an all day hunt. 

As to appearance, there is no comparison. 
One is a great heavy, clumsy affair; while the 
other is small, light and rakish looking. 
About the same difference as between the 
look of a coal barge and a trim mackerel 

I had a very successful meat hunter at once 
of our posts away back in the latter sixties, 
who used a very small bore muzzle loading 
rifle. The bullets he used were no larger 
than a marrow fat pea, yet he killed moose, 
caribou and bear. 

Of course, he fired for only such vital 
spots as the ear, jugular vein, or back of the 
shoulder to reach the heart, to send those 
pills to any other part was, as he put it, "all 
de same notting." 

Number 4 was the size shot recommended 
with the gun, but for ptarmigan or sea duck 
I found BB more effective. 

In shooting bear in steel traps one shot 
in the ear always stilled him forever and 
no other weapon did I carry while visiting 
my traps. 

The Indians called the gun "Ka-na-to-wab- 
lo Pas-ki-si-gan," meaning, "The gun that 
breaks," owing to its basculing movement at 
the breech. 

Martin Hunter, Brockville, Ont. 

The foregoing letter from Mr. Martin 
Hunter, who is an old and experienced Hud- 
son's Bay officer, may surprise some who do 
not know the capabilities of the small bore. 
For over one hundred years nothing was 
used by the Indian hunters for the Hudson 
Bay Co. except 28-bore muzzle loaders. At 
all Hudson Bay posts round balls, 28 to the 
pound, were obtainable to fit these guns, 
which were smooth bore. At first they were 
flint locks, but the later guns were all per- 

The Indians living along the southern 
shores of Hudson's Bay, used to depend 
largely upon the ducks and geese they shot 
in the autumn for their winter supply of 
food. These birds, which they killed by the 
thousand, were all brought down with the 
Hudson Bay fowling pieces loaded with BB. 
shot, or larger. There is no doubt these 
small bores, loaded in this manner, some- 
times killed at extraordinary ranges, but, of 
course, as pointed out by Martin Hunter, the 
spread of the charge of shot was so small 
that they had to be aimed as carefully as a 
rifle. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

It does seem as though any one should 
be able to hit a two-inch mark at a seventy- 
five foot range with a good rifle ; but it will 
surprise those whose shooting has been at 
game only, with open sights, to find what 
nice holding is needed to reduce this act to a 
reasonable certainty. 

I have been called a good shot on game, 
and may say without boasting that, although 
I have shot in company with many, I have 
usually been able to hold my own. Happen- 
ing to be in New York recently, I stepped 
into a rifle gallery, and picked a light rifle, 
.22-caliber, not weighing more than seven 
and a half pounds, out of the rack. This 
rifle had open sights, and I shot just as I 
would with a rifle on game, that is to say, 
with the left arm well extended. 

The result was surprising. My 10-shot 
score only amounted to 200, out of a pos- 
sible 250, on a two-inch bull at seventy-five 
feet. This mettled me, as I thought I ought 
to do better. The next time I tried, I se- 
lected a plain trigger, peep sights, 10-pound 
rifle, and adopted the body rest. This 
brought my score up to 220. I followed this 
up by discarding the single trigger for the 



•double Schutzen trigger, and my score went 
up to 235. No doubt, after sufficient prac- 
tice I could work this up to 240, and, pos- 
sibly, by using tbe telescope sight and palm 
rest, I might do even better. 

All this goes to show that each style of 
shooting requires its own weapons and meth- 
ods. For years I had scoffed at the Schutzen 
rifle, with its palm rest, aperture sights and 
enormously heavy barrel, but I have dis- 
covered that when shooting at a small mark, 
seventy-five feet away, a 12-pound rifle and 
hair trigger form a much better combination 
than a light rifle with plain trigger, and I am 
forced to acknowledge that there is a fasci- 
nation about this style of shooting. More- 
over, I think it must improve one's game 
shooting, as it causes one to realize the abso- 
lute necessity of a steady let-off. 

William Ryder, Westport, N. Y. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have a large Smith & Wesson revolver, 
using the 44-40 Winchester cartridge. I 
would like to know what would be a good 
medium power load, — smokeless powder or 
black, — and whether I should use a wad over 
the powder or load loose. I have never 
loaded nor experimented with any but full 

H. W. Archibald, 
60 Tyler St., Lowell, Mass. 

You will find bullet No. 429,107, of the 
Ideal Mfg. Co., of New Haven, Conn., a first 
rade medium power bullet. Or, if you want 
something for shorter range, you might try 
either 130 or no grains No. 429,105 and 
429,104, respectively. The full power loads 
being 40 grains of black powder, or 14 or 
Laflin & Rand's Sharpshooter Smokeless, or 
17 grains of DuPont's No. 2 Smokeless Rifle 
powder. You might experiment safely, start- 
ing first with about one-half loads You will 
not need any wad, and as you experiment 
you will quickly learn the capability of your 
weapon and the charges that give best re- 
sults. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

It occurs to me that there is a good deal 
of misconception as to what constitutes a 
naturally good shot. We often meet men 
that shoot well, and sometimes, in fact usu- 
ally, we are assured that the art came na- 
turally to them. 

Now, to my mind, the qualities that en- 
able a man to shoot above the average are : 
Firstly, a perfection of the nervous system, 
that enables the hand and eye to work to- 
gether with more than ordinary accuracy and 
rapidity. Secondly, a good eyesight. I am 
convinced, however, that eyesight does not 

play so important a part as the nervous sys- 

In order to hit a small mark, it is, of 
course, necessary to align the front and rear 
sights very accurately upon it, and the suc- 
cessful shot manages to press the trigger in- 
stantaneously, as soon as his eye has sig- 
nalled to his brain that the sights are bearing 
upon the object it is desired to hit. When 
the shooter possesses this power he is a good 
shot. Most men, however, go through some 
such process as the following: The object is 
seen over the notch of the back sight and 
then the foresight is brought up to the mark, 
but, of course, refuses to remain steadily 
aligned upon it, going through more or less 
complicated gyrations, until, at length, the 
rear sight, fore sight and trigger, are all in 
line. This fact is realized by the shooter 
and he says to himself, mentally, "Now I am 
right, and will shoot." But by this time the 
fore sight is no longer bearing upon the 
bull's eye, and when the trigger is pressed, 
even supposing the let-off has been faultless. 
the bullet goes either to the right or to the 
left, or else high or low, but it does not, ex- 
cepting by the merest accident, reach the 
point intended. 

Some years ago experiments were con- 
ducted at Harvard, for the purpose of ascer- 
taining what degree of variation there was 
in different individuals in the time required 
to register by means of pressure on an elec- 
tric button, flashes of light. The figures 
are not at my command, and I am only 
speaking from memory, when I say that the 
individual differences were yery great. Some 
nervous systems responded almost immedi- 
ately ; others were very slow. The impulse 
in each case had to be communicated from 
the eye to the brain, and from the brain to 
the hand. And this is just what happens 
when we fire a rifle. 

Novelists are very fond of writing about 
the "rifle held in a vice-like grip," but as 
long as a man lives, the beating of his heart 
and the pulsations of his arteries, will effec- 
tually prevent his holding the sights aligned 
on any small object for more than a fraction 
of a second. The .most successful shots 
are by no means the men whose fore sights 
wobble the least, but they are invariably men 
whose muscles respond immediately to their 

Most written instructions tell the rifleman 
to raise the fore sight, after viewing through 
the notch on the back sight the object aimed 
at, until it is just below the object he de- 
sires to hit. Yet, one of the best shots I ever 
knew always brought up his rifle to the level 
of the bottom of the bull's eye, but con- 
siderably to the right of it. Then, he pulled 
his rifle over the left, until it was just be- 
low the bull's eye, and cut loose, never at- 
tempting to hold the rifle without movement, 



but pressing the trigger while the barrel was 
still in motion, although that motion was 
an exceedingly slow and regular one. 

I should like to hear from brother riflemen 
upon these subjects. Let each man tell us 
his own methods, and I am sure a good deal 
of valuable information will be forthcoming. 

P. L., Jersey City. 

Through the courtesy of Lieutenant John 
Marcoff, of the Imperial Guard, St. Peters- 
burg, Russia, we are enabled to reproduce 
the Russian Indoor Paper Pistol Target, re- 
duced. This target is for ranges of 20-30 
yards. The diameter of the target is 11 ^ 
inches; each rim is i J A& inches across. The 

(Reduced to i-6th natural size) 

bull is 1% inches, and the interior white 
aiming spot 5-16 inch full. 

These measurements, it may be observed, 
are only approximately, although very near- 
ly correct, as the target is drawn according 
to metric measurements, which cannot be re- 
produced exactly without giving decimals. 

We like the white aiming spot in the bull's 
eye, and believe that such a target would be 
found an easy one to score upon at 30 yards, 
by any of our crack pistol shots. 


Editor Recreation : 

Will you kindly advise me in regard to 
the purchase of a rifle and a shot gun 
through your valuable monthly, Recreation? 
I desire to purchase a shotgun that will an- 
swer both purposes, viz. : duck and rabbit 
shooting, also a rifle that will do for wolf 
hunting and deer hunting. What make 
would you recommend for these firearms and 
what gauge and caliber? I am not an ex- 
oerienced hunter, and do not wish to make 
another mistake in the purchase of a rifle, as 
what I wish to purchase should be adapted 

to woodchucks, wolves and occasional large 
game. Purchase price of both firearms not 
to be over $50. Both to be repeaters. 

Kindly let me hear from you through your 
paper and oblige, 

Arthur Wehle, Milwaukee, Wis. 

Out of a population of some 80,000,000 
there are possibly 500,000 men .seeking for 
the "all around" rifle — in other words, they 
want a gun that will be equally good for 
squirrels and deer. Unfortunately, this much 
desired weapon has not yet put in an appear- 
ance. A 22 caliber repeater is a magnificent 
rifle for small game, such as squirrels and 
grouse, but it is generally considered too 
small for woodchuck, and would be a highly 
improper weapon to tackle a big timber wolf 

A repeating shotgun, such as you require 
for duck and rabbit shooting, may be pro- 
cured in any large gun store. Get a 12 bore 
loaded with 3 drams or 3A, an d lJ A ounces 
of shot, Nos. 5 or 6 for duck, and use the 
new "25 yard" shells for your rabbit popping. 

Use a .30 or a .303 caliber rifle, by any of 
the crack makers, and this will kill your 
wolves and other large game neatly and 
surely, when hit ; while for small game you 
can use the short range cartridges, containing 
a leaden bullet of about 100 to 120 grains, 
such as is put up by any of the great cart- 
ridge companies for the rifle selected. 

You must not expect too much of the 22 
caliber rifle. It is a very useful little weapon, 
but it has its limitations. — Editor. 

Editor Recreation : 

Can you tell me how an amateur rifle-shot 
can estimate the proper allowance to make 
for wind in mountain shooting at ranges 
varying from 500 to 1,000 yards with a 30-40 
Winchester taking the U. S. cartridge. 

C. B. Hutchinson, Santa Barbara, Cal. 

Although we cannot understand how any 
sportsman can possibly want to shoot game 
at from 500 to 1,000 yards range, we have 
much pleasure in answering your question. 
With the same length barrel, the bullet from 
the Winchester will have the same deviation, 
owing to the wind, that the bullet from the 
Krag has. The allowance for the Krag with 
a three or nine o'clock wind at 

500 yds. is 20 inches. 

600 " 26 " 

800 " 48 " 

000 " ...56 " 

1000 " 72 " 

With a force of wind equal to four miles 
per hour. 

With a wind velocity of thirty-six miles an 
hour, multiply these deflections by nine, and 
fo/ any intermediate wind make a propor- 
tionate allowance. 



Editor Recreation : 

Thirty years ago, a small boy in the East, 
I sat in the school with a geography spread 
out before me, with my fingers on that still 
unknown Jand in Idaho, where the Rocky 
Mountains sweep suddenly east from a south- 
ern course. 

I mused, — if a small boy does such things, 
— over that strange land, and in my mind's 
eye I thought that perhaps some day I would 
explore it and hunt some of the big game 
which the text of the geography said inhab- 
ited the mountains. 

Fate long since took me there, and now, 
while there is a trail through this section 
and prospectors have been over parts of it, 
there are many pockets and nooks here and 
there where man has never been. 

Practically, it is an unknown land, and 
that this is so you can readily imagine when 
I tell you you can go from one branch of the 
Clear Water at its head to the other; and 
going along the divide it takes five days of 
hard traveling with a pack outfit. 

Over one hundred lakes, so the forest ran- 
gers say, are contained in this region. This 
great forest reserve is one hundred and fifty 
miles long and about as wide. Elk, deer, 
bear, sheep and goat abound within its con- 
fines. It is traversed by rivers and streams, 
filled with mountain trout, and, in season, 
large salmon run up to spawn. 

It is death on tender feet, the roughest, 
hardest and most irregular region imagin- 
able, and this will insure the preservation 
of the game for ages to come. The State 
game warden has helpers who patrol this re- 
gion wherever the trails make it possible for 
parties to come in, either on the eastern and 
Montana side or from the south and west, 
and they have of late enabled the game to 
increase by keeping parties from shooting 
out of season or killing too many at one time. 
This may decrease the number who come, 
but it will increase the amount of game each 
year. The market hunter does not enter 
here. The distance is too great, the hills too 
steep, the trail too hard for the market hunt- 
er ! While in other places game protection 
will never be settled until the market hunter 
is driven out of business, nature has made 
it impossible here for the man to ever do 
much who makes merchandise out of the 
small amount of game yet living. 

One can travel for days through heavy 

timber, and if you keep to the high ridges 
beautiful changes of scenery come and go 
continually. There are nooks and valleys in 
this reserve as near perfect as it is possible 
to imagine for an outing among big game of 
a month or six weeks. Those who want an 
easy time need never come. Those who can- 
not stand the hardest and toughest traveling 
along difficult and dangerous trails and who 
cannot stand unpleasant conditions had bet- 
ter stay away. 

That is the reason why so many come and 
go back disappointed with the region and all 
out of sorts with themselves. 

To the man who will hunt and get away 
from the trails and who knows how to watch 
for game the reward will be abundant and 
satisfactory. This is the home of the grizzly 
and brown bear. A Mr. Roberts, who al- 
ways gets big game, had quite an experience 
with two very large grizzlies. He arose one 
morning very early before the party from 
Chicago who were with him were awake, and 
walking about half a mile, decided to get a 
big elk before breakfast. He was obliged to 
come out into a little opening from the tim- 
ber through which he had traveled in the 
dusky twilight. As he stepped out into this 
opening, just twenty steps from where he 
stood were two big silver tips quietly looking 
at him and wondering what kind of creature 
had invaded their hidden sanctuary. Al- 
though he had a high power rifle, he simply 
stood there with the cold chills running up 
and down his back, for he realized that the 
situation was hopeless for him. They calml> 
walked away, occasionally looking back to 
see whether he intended to follow them or 

Two hunters from this region camped last 
fall near our camp. One morning just at 
daylight they spied a large silver tip about 
eighty yards from their beds and from where 
their horses were. Both arose simultaneous- 
ly, ond one was so excited that he did not 
wait to get the ramrod out of his rifle, but 
fired it at the bear. In all they shot fourteen 
shots, but did not get him nor hit him hard 
enough to make him fight. 

For the man who has the love of nature in 
him and who has will power enough to push 
ahead and determination to hunt, this is rec- 
reation's paradise. Many parties have been 
known to refuse to go into the really rough 
big game region of this reserve. They fear 
so many things and hold back so much as 




to ruin the trip. A few in Idaho and in 
Washington who go in there each year al- 
ways bring out trophies the richest and best 
possible in the big game line. 

To camp in an ideal location go far up to 
the head of some big meadow, above which 
loom the great toppling granite peaks of the 
Rocky Mountains, or, as they are called out 
here, the Bitter Root Mountains. Beside you 
flows a clear mountain stream with pools 
here, and there filled with the crispest moun- 
tain trout. On the right is a thick timber 
patch about eight miles through, with basins 
here and there, the haunts of big game. The 
meadow where you camp has been rolled 
down in places by bear and eaten off at the 
upper end by elk and deer. On the mountain 
side is a big huckleberry patch, and not far 
away are little creeks with sandy bottoms, 
ideal prospector's ground. You can hunt early 
in the day, fish after dinner, then prospect for 
a few hours and be ready for the path used 
every night by big game not two miles away, 
and come back with the satisfaction that you 
have had a real hunt in nature's hunting 
paradise. The man seeking an easy time 
had better remain away. The man who ex- 
pects to know more about how to go and 
where to go than those who have gone there 
many times, will have no satisfaction, but for 
the real hunter and man who is not afraid 
of roughing it there is no better region. 
W. T. Euster, Moscow, Idaho. 

over the nostril. Thus tied, a deer will offer 
little resistance, and may be dragged by a 
moderately powerful man for several miles 
without excessive fatigue. 

Chas. Bramble. 


The other day I noticed in a publication 
issued by one of the large railways, a cut of 
a man standing upon a frozen lake with a 
deer at his feet. It was evidently intended 
to represent a practical hunter, resting on 
his way to camp with a deer he had shot, for 
there was a cord tied to the deer's horns. 
This set me thinking what my old friend Joe 
Petawawe would have thought of this hunter 
and his methods. How, think you, would a big 
buck draw, supposing he were frozen stiff with 
his legs at right angles to his body, if you 
tried to drag him for several miles through 
the woods by his horns? If you have any 
doubt as to the pleasantness of the task, just 
try it the next time you get the opportunity. 
After cleaning the deer, which may be done 
through a very small opening, whittle out 
of hard wood a skewer, and make it about 
i l / 2 inches through and 10 inches long. Be- 
fore the deer has time to freeze, bring the 
two fore feet up to the muzzle, and drive the 
hard wood spike through each leg just above 
the fetlock and through the deer's nostril. 
In this way the right foot would be on the 
right of the muzzle, and the left foot on the 
left of the muzzle. After this take a rope, 
such as I always carry when I expect to 
kill a deer, and make a running loop, and 
pass it around the skewer either side and 


Editor Recreation : 

To restore dried specimens soak them in a 
solution of caustic potash until puffed up to 
normal size. If soaked too long the tissues 
will dissolve and the specimen go to pieces. 
The action of the alkali may be checked by 

Frederic Vreeland, Montclair, N. J. 


Editor Recreation : 

I am not a subscriber, but I notice in the 
May number an article "How to Make Bread 
in Camp," and I can tell you a much easier 

Half a teacup of water and a spoonful or 
so of flour with the addition of a little mo- 
lasses or sugar -will ferment and make ordi- 
nary yeast in eight or ten hours if set in a 
warm place, and if this is added to more flour 
and water you will have all the yeast you 

It can be kept going indefinitely, simply 
pouring the yeast into the flour and water 
intended for the bread, and after stirring it 
about, pouring a little back into a jar or 
bottle for future use. 

Jos. Hardwick, New York City. 


The abode of the hunter is often adorned 
with the trophies of the hunt. The botanist 
gathers flowers and plants and preserves 
them for future reference. The geologist 
collects his specimens. But the lucky angler 
eats his catch, and, when he has finished, 
nothing remains but a fish story and a cer- 
tain contentment of mind felt only by the fol- 
lowers of the "gentle art." 

The other day, an angling friend showed 
me how he preserved his big ones. The idea 
was in the shape of a book, made by him- 
self. The covers were of flexible, tan-colored 
leather in one piece. On the front, the words 
"Fisherman's Luck" were . burned, supple- 
mented by an illustration taken from the 
advertising columns of a sporting magazine. 
The back cover was adorned in like manner 
by a fish's tail. 

The pages of the book were about seven 
inches square, cut from extra heavy, linen 
paper. The whole was bound together by 
a thong of leather placed through holes 
punched in the cover and paper. The first 
sheet contained the inscription "Some Big 
Ones Caught by Myself." 



When a "daddy mossback" was caught, the 
fish was carefully weighed and measured. 
Then the tail was cut off and nicely trimmed 
with the scissors, when it was stretched on 
a board to dry. When dry, it was given a 
coat or two of alcohol shellac. Then it was 
glued at the top of the sheet. Below it was 
entered the name, size, weight, date, and 
place where caught, besides remarks as to 
bait, and length of the struggle, and other 
items of interest. 

We 11 tell no lies, 
We'll fish the brook; 
And when they doubt 
We'll bring the book. 

Charles Herbert, Ann Arbor, Mich. 

This is an excellent idea, but the tail 
shrinks while drying and hence a careful 
outline of it should be traced for record 
while the fish is fresh. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

Once and only once, I caught a young 
Northern diver. It was in July in the Lau- 
rentians in a little lake far back in the forest- 
covered hills — loons always nest on small isl- 
ands in lakes, never where foxes can get at 
the eggs or young. The birds at first are 
coal black. The one I took was the size of 
a pigeon, and it took me twenty minutes to 
get it. When pursued the little fellows make 
for the open deep water, never skulk among 
the weeds, and rely entirely upon their won- 
derful diving powers. You can only catch 
them when they are very young and on a 
perfectly calm day when you can see them 
the instant they come up. 

I followed the bird up so quickly that I 
was always near when it rose and by shout- 
ing and brandishing the paddle, frightened 
it into diving before it had regained its wind. 
At length, it could not dive more than a foot 
or two below the surface, and then I caught 
it in my hand. It was savage and seasick in 
the canoe. The mother kept near it from 
first to last, swam round the canoe calling 
most plaintively the while, the note being 
Whe-ou-ou-ou ; quite distinct from the usual 
mocking laugh Ha-ha-ha-ha ! Ha-ha-hama ! 
I paddled the little loon about half a mile 
and then put it overboard very gently. The 
mother led it off in triumph. The full clutch 
of a loon is two eggs. In this case one chick 
must have come to grief. While they 
are very young the mother carries them 
around on her broad back. The bird makes 
a charming picture with her two downy nest- 
lings cuddled on her. If suddenly frightened 
she dives instantly, and the young float as 
lightly as corks. Loons are very inquisitive, 
and may be tolled easily with a bright red 

The male bird generally leaves the small 

forest-sheltered lake each morning, return 
ing just before dusk. They fly high and 
very fast. I think they take back fish to feed 
the young, and, perhaps, the mother. I once 
shot a young loon in August before it could 
fly, though it could dive very fast. It 
weighed six pounds, and had a pike-perch 
weighing twenty-four ounces in its gullet. 
The young loon remain North quite late, as 
they cannot fly until mid-October. 

Graham West, Windsor, Canada. 


Editor Recreation : 

A few years ago while walking in the foot- 
hills of the White mountains in central New 
Hampshire, I came upon a hemlock trte 
about twelve inches in diameter, which had 
been completely ruined by the work of the 
pileated woodpecker. The wood of the tree 
was apparently sound, but the bird had 
drilled seven holes into the trunk to a dis- 
tance of five or six inches, to the dark heart 
wood of the tree. The outline of the open- 
ing was elliptical, from seven to nine inches 
long, and from three to six inches wide and 
slightly tapering. The size of some of the 
chips taken out in the work was astonishing, 
the largest ones being three inches long and 
three-fourths to one inch in width. My com- 
panion told me in all earnestness, that this 
was the work of the woodcock. I do not un- 
derstand how a person can be so ignorant of 
some of the simplest things in nature. Just 
think of a woodcock with its long tapering 
bill and sensitive point, hewing out such 
holes in the solid wood. Yet, thousands of 
people go on year after year making just such 
silly blunders, when a little reading and ob- 
serving would open their eyes and make 
the world seem like a new place. That 
which before was nothing but a barren pas- 
ture and scrubby stump lot, would now be- 
come a place where a hundred secrets would 
lurk, every one of which would be of in- 
tense interest. 

Nelson A. Jackson, Kenka Park, N. Y. 

Mr. Jackson is right about it being the 
work of the pileated woodpecker, but his 
companion is also right. This magnificent 
woodpecker is known to all the old guard of 
woodsmen as the woodcock, while the real 
woodcock is called by the same woodsmen, 
mudsnipe, blind whistling snipe, and bog 
sucker. — Editor. 


A teacher is a paradoxical term. In the 
nature of things no one can teach us, we 
must learn of our own free will. Teachers 
are but sign posts pointing the way. It is 
our object to make of Recreation a big sign 
post. At the same time it must be remem- 
bered that one might line the bottom of the 



sea with signs and not a clam or jelly fish 
living there would be benefited by it. For- 
tunately we do not appeal to the jelly fish 
or clams of the communities, but to the peo- 
ple with good red blood in their necks, sound 
hearts in their breasts and with brains cap- 
able of reading and understanding. 

To those who. have posted themselves on 
this subject it is unnecessary to say that the 
preservation of our streams is necessary to 
the preservation of our fish, but many of the 
readers may not yet have considered how 
intimately the preservation of our forests 
is connected with the preservation of our 
streams and hence the very existence of 
many fish, especially brook trout, depends 
upon the preservation of the forests. 

To illustrate this relationship between for- 
ests and water, make a couple of troughs, 
line one with clay to represent the country 
denuded of trees, the opposite trough line 
with sods of grass or moss to represent the 
forest-clad mountain side, set them on an 
incline and connect their upper ends with 
a rough reservoir. Pour a pail of water into 
this reservoir and there will be a wild rush 
of water down the clay-lined trough, while 
the moss and grass-lined one will drip for 

It only needs a little imagination to con- 
vert this machine into a forest-clad moun- 
tain and one denuded of timber. 

The cloudburst represented by the contents 
of the bucket of water suddenly poured into 
the top reservoir is only a dangerous cloud 
burst on the barren slope. By the use of 
this simple device you can explain to a child 
the absolute necessity of preserving the for- 
ests upon the water sheds, if we would have 
continuous running water and not the cer- 
tainty of flood and droughts which are caused 
by the water-sheds being recklessly denuded 
of timber. 

Clinton Harris, Nashville, Tenn. 


Editor Recreation : 

Canoes differ in model and vary in size 
and weight as you pass from one district to 
another. Canada is the land of the canoe, 
because the forests are, as a rule, dense, in 
many parts there is no feed for ponies, but 
there is an almost unrivalled system of water 
ways, permitting easy passage from one valley 
to another. The canoe with which most of us 
are familiar, is either the large, high centered, 
seaworthy, Micmac canoe, used in the lower 
provinces, or else the smaller, lighter, and 
more graceful birch bark of the Algonquin. 
But for originality of model the Kootenay 
canoe, made by one weak tribe in Southern 
British Columbia, carries off the palm. This 
canoe is small and narrow, and of rough 
workmanship, being originally made of 
spruce bark, although canvas is now much 
used in place of bark ; however, its strongest 
claim to our notice lies in the peculiar shape 
of its ends. 

Both bow and stern have ram-like projec- 
tions similar to the ram of a battleship or 
cruiser. It puzzled me to account for this, 
and none of the white hunters seemed to 
know just why the Indians had selected this 
strange model. One day, however, while on 
a steamer on Kootenay lake, with half a gale 
tearing up the clear, green waters into re- 
spectable waves, I solved the problem. An 
Indian and his kloochman were paddling vig- 
orously against the wind, and as each wave 
approached the canoe, the buoyancy of the 
under water ram was so great that it invari- 
ably lifted the canoe well up over the crest 
of the wave, and not a drop of water found 
its way into the frail little craft. Another 
advantage of the long ends is that it keeps 
the canoe traveling in a straight line, with- 
out yawing, as an ordinary birch bark must 
do when a single paddler is propelling it. 

The Kootenay Indians have a method of 

A. I- b-2. 

Fig. i Denuded Fig. 2 Forest covered 

water shed water shed 




paddling that is as distinctive as their canoes. 
After a couple of strokes the paddle is shift- 
ed with lightning-like rapidity to the other 
side of the canoe, and back again after two 
more strokes. This they can keep up for 
hours, owing to long practice, but it must be 
fatiguing in the extreme, as the paddles are 
ponderous affairs with a broad blade, and 
weigh considerably more than the rock maple 
paddles used in the East. 

The Siwash Indians, inhabiting the sea 
coast of British Columbia and Washington, 
have yet another system of paddling. In- 
stead of turning the paddle handle inward, 
when paddling over the port side of the ca- 
noe, they turn the right wrist out at the end 

ous. The streams are usually very swift and 
shallow, and there are few lakes in the gen- 
eral water systems. Secondly, the Siwash, 
Thlinket, and Russian Aleut are fish-eaters 
and turn their canoe-bent backs on the sheep 
mountains of the interior. I have seen Alas- 
kan natives eat refuse from the beach, when 
only seven days travel away there were 
mountains teeming with sheep. 

On the larger rivers such as the Stikine, 
Pelly, Liard and Yukon, there is, of course, 
some canoe travel, but among the interior 
tribes the canoe is little used. 

Because of the swiftness of the waters pad- 
dling, and even poling, are impracticable. 
The tracking line is universally used, and 


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of the stroke, forcing the back of the paddle 
outward. The Eastern Indians, of course, 
just reverse this custom. 

Hank Hennings. 


A stream in the wilderness may be either 
a blessing or a death-trap. 

When the hunter or prospector is traveling 
by canoe, every stream is a benefit, and the 
rushing waters carve for him a broad high- 
way through mountains and lowlands. 

In the mighty land that stretches from the 
Frazier to Point Barrow the streams are 
legion and yet the canoe is seldom used. 
Along the coast the natives are masters of 
the canoeing art, but their knowledge is con- 
fined to salt water. There are two reasons 
for this. In the first place a good part of the 
Alaskan coast and interior is very mountain- 

even the large Hudson Bay barges are drawn 
by man-power. The "trackers" become most 
skillful in this mode of travel, and it is a hard 
and dangerous calling. The same reason that 
makes these northern streams difficult to 
canoe renders them a source of danger to the 
wilderness hunter and prospector. These men 
in their wanderings must continually ford 
them ; in this work they are often threatened 
with starvation through the loss of their pro- 
visions, and sometimes with death by the fury 
of the waters. To a man alone in the wilder- 
ness there is no sight or sound so appalling 
as the irresistible force of a glacier river, and 
the snarl and roar of its milky waters. As 
one stands on the bank and looks yearningly 
across, one can think of many graves that are 
more attractive. But the river must be 
crossed, so how shall it be done? If the river 
is large and one has pack-dogs, or horses, the 


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animals must swim, and the duffle must be 
rafted. But here we will deal with fording, 
and there are three kinds; pack-fording, pole- 
fording and rope-fording. Of course, the 
chief drawback is your grub, you must get it 
across, and keep it dry. 


Suppose the stream is 30 yards wide and 
you find a place where it is swift but not 
over waist deep ; here your grub will help, 
for an 80-pound pack will hold you to the 
bottom, when without it you would be swept 
away. This fact is well known, and rocks or 
gravel from the bank will be useful if your 
pack is too light to hold you down. In this 
fording your pack must be well up on your 
shoulders and ready to drop quickly, for if 
you fall down with a tightly tied or strapped 
pack, you will not come up until you have 
lost interest in the undertaking. Frequently 
one can find an easy ford, but on occasions 
there will be no good crossing for several 


If there are three or four in the party de- 
cide on the best ford, usually the widest 
stretch. Cut a slender pole between eight and 
twelve feet long and at least three inches in 
diameter at the small end. You can find bal- 
sams or alders on almost any glacier stream, 
except in high altitudes, where fording is 
usually easy, and the streams are small. 
It is good to undress as then there will be 
less resistance to the .water, and you keep 
your clothes dry, but keep on your footgear, 
or the round glacial stones will grind your 
ankles. When all is ready, stand in a line 
and grasp the pole. The lightest man (A) 
should be on the up stream, and the heaviest 
man (B)' on the down stream end of the 
pole. A's pack and clothes should be dis- 
tributed between the others, as they need 
weight, and A will be under water occasion- 
ally. Now all start across in line, working 
down stream, always keeping the pole paral- 

lel with the current. -As the water deepens 
A may be swept from his feet, but he must 
hold on to the pole for he is making an eddy 
for the others to walk in. If possible, always 
pass below rocks, the water is deeper there 
but less swift than on the up-stream side. 

The first time I saw this ford made was 
in Northern British Columbia, where three of 
us crossed a swift stream with perfect ease. 


Occasionally one can just span a stream 
with a tree. Sometimes these bridges 
are shaky affairs and great skill in balanc- 
ing is necessary to one who crosses with a 
heavy pack. Often nothing but a wetting 
would result from a fall, but frequently there 
is enough danger to make it very interesting. 

This "tight-rope walking" is always a pleas- 
ant change from the monotony of packing, 
and the man attempting the ford or bridge 
always has an appreciative, but rather too 
critical audience. A failure, unless the acci- 
dent is serious, always evokes long and en- 
thusiastic applause from the men on the 

The pack-dogs in the North become adepts 
at crossing streams. I remember one of un- 
usual intelligence. He seldom failed to cross 
the slender bridges without mishap. One 
day we crossed a narrow but particularly 
swift stream on a dead balsam tree. It was 
wet and the dog slipped when he was about 
half way across. He managed to hold on to 
the tree with his forepaws, and- the swift cur- 
rent kept his body on the surface. Without 
hesitating, he began to work his way, paw 
over paw, towards the bank, and landed safe- 
ly, pack and all. When a bunch of pack- 
dogs approach running water they become 
greatly excited, for they realize the danger, 
and the fact that a wet pack means trouble 
with their masters. 

Swift water can be crossed when the banks 
are brushy or timbered, by throwing a 
weighted rope across and letting it tangle. 




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TR£E5 t&,, ..^NWEICHT 

in anyjh 

quintessence of grace before they 
are killed and upholstered. 

In the old baronial balls of Eu- 
rope are some heads of stags killed 
hundreds of years ago by the iron 
tipped shaft from a cross-bow. 
These heads are in magnificent 
state of preservation, as no at- 
tempt was made to preserve the 
skin of the defunct animal. This 
should give us a hint. Unless 
within reach of a reasonably good 
taxidermist, it is better to be con- 
tent with saving the antlers and 
skull instead of trying to preserve 
the skin for future mounting. In 
very distant expeditions this is 
sometimes the only way of saving 
anything. In this case, however, 
the antlers must not be sawn off 
the skull, nor must the skull be 
sawn longitudinally for conve- 
nience of packing, as is permissi- 
ble when the head is to be mount- 
ed with the skin on. 

The skin having been removed, 
the flesh should be cut and scraped 
from the bone, and the brain and 
eyes removed, the containing cav- 
ities being most carefully cleaned. 
The lower jaw may or may not be 
saved. A few hours' shade expos- 
ure of the cleaned skulls to the 
antiseptic air of the northern for- 
est, or mountain, will make the 
heads fit for transportation. Later, 
All that is then necessary is to hold on to when they are _ to be mounted on a shield, 
the rope and the current will do the rest. they may be boiled in strong lime water until 

If the water is swift but shallow one can all the shreds of flesh peel off easily, and the 

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wade, holding "on to the rope. If the water 
is deep and you have a good deal of dun- 
nage you must first see that the rope is per- 
fectly secure on the other bank, then make 
a raft, put your dunnage on it, make the rope 
fast, and pull off. The current will then 
swing you across. 

But in all fords remember that it is the 

bone, when dried, is bleached. 

Nor' west, Calgary, Alberta. 


Editor Recreation : 

The books say a cinnamon bear is merely 

an accidental variation of the black bear. In 
fool who never turns back. If the water other words,, it is no more a species than is 
feels too strong, return while you can, for a a black fox. 

glacier stream has no mercy. 

Belmore Browne. 


Editor Recreation: 
A good taxidermist is an artist; a bad one bear and the cinnamon appear to be similar, 

hence the contention of the scientists is, as 

Hunters are quite as positive that the cin- 
namon is a species. 

Which is right? 

Each side has excellent arguments to ad- 
vance for its faith. Anatomically the black 

—well, a bad one is too bad even to think 
about. Some of the terribly grim moose- 
heads and deer with swelled parotid grands 
and faces like manatees, found hanging on 
the walls of sportsmen's dens are not cheer- 
ful things to look upon, and although the 
owner is more lenient towards their short- 
comings than any of his friends or acquaint- 
ances could possibly be, even he, at times, 
must feel shocked when he looks at these 
absurd parodies upon animals which are the 

far as they are concerned, unanswerable. On 
the other hand, the color of the cinnamon 
and its very different nature, seem to sustain 
the opinion of the frontiersman. Most hunt- 
ers would as soon face a grizzly as a cin- 
namon, having found by experience that the 
one is just as likely to put up a fight as the 
other. Neither the grizzly nor the cinna- 
mon is, to-day, as vicious as it is said to be, 
yet, either will give a lot of trouble occas- 



ionally, and even succeed in charging home, 
to the undoing of its assailant. The black 
bear is, however, quite harmless, and, as all 
hunters know, one of the most arrant cow- 
ards of the animal kingdom, at least when 
it comes to facing man. So who shall blame 
the hunter for treating the cinnamon and 
black bear as distinct species? 

May not the true solution be that the cin- 
namon bear is a cross-bred animal? 

It is only found in the West, where griz- 
z-ly and black bear inhabit the same range, 
and does not exist through the vast wilder- 
ness from the Saguenay to the Saskatche- 
wan, which is, from end to end, the home of 
the black bear, but lacks the grizzly? 

W. J. Cressey, Lexington, Ky. 


Editor Recreation : 

Everyone who has traveled in the moun- 
tain districts of the South, in the Maine 
woods, or in the wilderness of the North- 
west, has noticed the long rough shingles 
used by campers, trappers and settlers with 
which to roof, or even cover sides, and all 
of their shacks or log-house. In the South 


lumberman's axes 

be cut off squarely, although the larger end 
may be left "sniped" or pointed. Next the 
bark must be hewn off by short half-arm 
blows with the axe, holding the handle 
nearer the axe-head than one does when 
chopping. To make a really first- 
class shake, the sap-wood should 
be taken off, but for rough build- 
ings it is usually left on, and not 
infrequently the bark as well. 

One inch is sufficient thickness 
for a wide shake, and half that 
thickness may suffice for a nar- 
row one. 

A complete outfit is made up of 
an axe, a froe, and a cross-cut 
saw. With the axe the tree is 
felled and the bark and sapwood 

these shingles are called clapboards, in Maine 
splits, and in the West shakes, and very 
handy they are for many purposes. 

The best wood, when it can be had, is the 
white cedar, but any wood that is straight 
of grain and splits easily will serve. The 
cypress is an admirable wood, also the bass- 
wood, while on the Pacific coast the Murray 
or black pine makes a good shake. The 
Western cedar, the Sitkan spruce and the 
Douglas fir are used successfully. 

Often the pioneer has nothing but his axe 


hewn off; with the cross-cut saw the ends 
of the log are squared, and with the froe 
the shakes are peeled off one by one. 

In the case of large logs it is often found 


with which to work, and then he must be an 
expert to make good splits. Select a good 
straight-rifted tree as free from knots as may 
be, chop it down, and cut the butt as high 
as the first limb into billets, four to six feet 
in length. The small end must in each case 




preferable to quarter them and remove the 
heart-wood as well as the bark and sap. 
When this is done the quartered logs are 
split, as shown in one of the accompanying- 
sketches. The froe is not always of the same 
shape. Sometimes it resembles a meat-axe 
with a particularly broad back. In splitting 
the large Douglas fir and Sitkan spruce of 
the Pacific coast, it is customary to use sev- 
eral large iron sledges that are driven in 
with a heavy sledge-hammer, but as this sort 
of work is exceptional, so also is the need of 
such implements. 

Hiram Swift, St. Paul, Minn. 


A few weeks ago Mr. J. E. Kezar, of Lin- 
coln, N. H., sent in an interesting communi- 
cation dealing with the habits of the ruffed 
grouse. One of his statements seemed so 
contrary to the usual experience of investi- 
gators that I ventured to ask him if he was 
quite certain as to his facts. He had stated 
that a ruffed grouse was drumming at mid- 
night. He replied : 

"I am sure that the partridge was drumming 
at thirteen minutes past eight, on April 16th, and 
not only am I certain of that, but 1 am as positive 
that he was drumming at twelve o'clock of that 
same night, and had been at it all the evening. 
He drums on an old log in front of my store, 
and only a few yards away. On April 16th, at 
11.30 p. m., I went out and drove him off the log; 
I had a lantern, and got within ten feet of him 
before he flew into a tall spruce fifty yards away. 
At twelve o'clock he .was back again. I had just 
retired, but he kept it up until about one o'clock, 
when I went out and threw sticks at him, and 
drove him away for the rest of the night. 

"However, he was back at daylight next morning. On 
cold or windy nights, or dark nights, he does not drum. 
It is the first time I remember hearing a partridge 
drum at night, but come up here any warm, bright 
night and I will convince you that he is on duty. 
I often go down on dark nignts to look at him with 
a lantern. He roosts in the same place every night, 
and I have made him move to another log about 
fifty yards from here." 

I have seen a great deal of the ruffed 
grouse, having lived for months in the woods 
where they were abundant, but of my own 
knowledge I have never known a ruffed 
grouse to drum after dark. I, therefore, ven- 
tured to show Mr. Kezar's letter to Profes- 
sor Frank M. Chapman, of the American 
Museum of Natural History. His experi- 
ence had been the same as mine,, but he sug- 
gested that the subject be referred to Dr. 
C. F. Hodge, of Clark University, Worcester, 
and to William Brewster, of Cambridge, they 
being recognized authorities on the habits of 
the ruffed grouse. 

Dr. C. F. Hodge replied to my letter of 
inquiry as follows : 

"I have visited my grouse almost nightly before 
retiring, but have observed no signs of activity. 
My experience thus tallies with yours. Still, I 
have always understood that the grouse do drum 
quite commonly on still, moonlight nights, and 
though I have never happened to hear them myself, 

have had no reason to doubt the possibility. In 
Forest and Stream, 1900, p. 405, H. H. Kussell 
reports the occurrence and the editor remarks it is 
not uncommon. Of course my birds are only a 
year old, there are more hens than cocks, they 
have not drummed very much or persistently, and, 
so far, we have had very cold, windy, moonlight 
nights. I am still in hopes later of catching them 
in the moonlight scene, and, if I do, I shall try 
to write you again about it." 

Mr. William Brewster had the following 
to say : 

"Your correspondent's statement is undoubtedly 
correct. I have heard ruffed grouse drum at all 
hours of the night, and, on one occasion (in April), 
near where I was camping, apparently through one 
entire night. At least I heard it at short, regular 
intervals whenever I was awake, which was very 
often, for the night was cold and, for the season, 
I was poorly supplied with blankets, so I kept 
waking up and dozing off again, getting hardly 
any sound, prolonged sleep. There was, I re- 
member, a full moon that night. The grouse 
ceased drumming shortly after daybreak, I think." 

I venture to think that of the thousands of 
men who have studied more or less intimate- 
ly the habits of the grouse, few are aware 
that on warm, bright nights the male will 
drum throughout the hours of darkness. My 
own experience has been largely in the 
Northern woods, where foxes were extreme- 
ly abundant ; and I think that a ruffed grouse 
that permitted itself to drum at night, unless 
it is possible that he does it on the branch of 
a tree, would soon fall a victim to some 
prowling reynard ; so it is quite possible that 
the best country in which to hear a partridge 
drumming throughout the night is a fairly 
civilized region where foxes are scarce. 

— Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

The crop of 1905 fawns will be fairly large 
this year, as owing to the lack of snow 
during the open season there were compara- 
tively few deer killed in this section (N. E. 
Washington and the Pan Handle of Idaho). 
A year ago last winter the slaughter of deer 
in some places was shameful — one man in 
Stevens county, Washington, is credited with 
murdering nineteen deer in one day — ran 
them down in deep snow with snow shoes 
and shot them at short range — nothing don? 
with him. 

The lawmakers of our sister State, Idaho, 
recently discovered that cougar destroyed 
deer and with praiseworthy alacrity passed a 
law intended to punish the cougar. It pro- 
vides a bounty of $15 for each and every cou- 
gar killed in the State. The right fore-leg 
is skinned out and the bone taken by the pro- 
per official and burned. 

The first bounty was' claimed a few days 
ago, the animal being taken in a trap set fo- 
a bear. This is a move in the right direction. 
These animals are very hard on deer and, 
like some city hunters, kill more than they 
can use. 

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The Washington girls are not built of the 
kind of timber that jumps on a chair and 
screams at sight of a mouse. On January 
13th, of this year, a man working for Fred. 
Phillips, a rancher, two miles from North- 
port, Wash., ran to the house from the creek 
bottom, where he was chopping, and reported 
that the dog had treed a big cougar. Mr. 
Phillips was not at home, but his daughters, 
Faye and Florence, aged seventeen and nine- 
teen, seized the rifles 'and ran to the spot. 

The "cougar" proved to be a large Canada 
lynx. He was perched high up in the tree 
and glared savagely down on his feminine 

The young ladies drew a steady bead and 
at the crack of the rifles the animal bounded 
into the air and lit within a few feet of the 
girls who, with the nerve of the frontier, 
stood their ground and reloaded their rifles. 
The dog sprang at the lynx, but badly wound' 
ed as it was, it soon gave the dog the worst 
of it. The girls, though expert shots, dared 
not fire at the lynx for fear of killing the 
dog, as the movements of the battling ani- 
mals were so rapid. At last a yell of agony 
from the family pet was too much for the 
girls to stand and they rushed to the rescue ; 
one caught the dog by the hind legs and by 
main strength pulled him away from the 
infuriated cat, while the other sent a bullet 
through the brain of the lynx. 

J. A. Nash, Spokane, Wash. 


Editor" Recreation: 

Dear Sir : Well, we have had articles on 
camping out galore. Now, I have a gospel 
to preach. It is on the necessity of spend- 
ing single days, when one can not get more 
time, in the wilds of nature, all the Sundays 
and other holidays during the warm season 
of the year, and some of the time also when 
it is not very warm. 

The fore part of the day in the wilds is 
far more cheerful and profitable than the lat- 
ter part. Those who do not get out until two 
p. m. or later, walk around for an hour or 
two, become warm with the exercise, and 
then it is time to return home, which they do 
on a trolley car. The cool atmosphere of 
the evening chills them and they are ex- 
posed to colds and rheumatism ; then they 
are so disgusted with the outing that they 
feel inclined to "swear off." It is often de- 
sirable to go out as early as sunrise or 
earlier, taking lunch along for breakfast. 
Naturalists often find it desirable to take 
along enough for noonday meals which en- 
ables them to spend the whole day. 

Against the numerous articles needed for 
a camping outfit, I have learned by experience 
that for a single day's outing in the study 
of nature, one can seem almost to take noth- 

ing along and yet have all he needs. Often I 
have appeared at the rendezvous when friends 
would ask me whether I was taking along 
anything at all, yet I would have with me a 
good field-glass, a pocket lens, manuals for 
both birds and plants, lunch and tackle for 
repairs in case of little accidents. 

No indoor exercise in the world can be a 
substitute for fresh air and sunshine ; and 
these things are needed far more than any- 
thing else by all those who are confined to 
indoor work of any kind. 

Ewing Summers, Washington, D. C. 


Editor Recreation: 

Every man who has shot wild fowl knows 
that it sometimes takes a good, smart shot 
to stop them. A mallard, or a teal, with half 
a gale under its pinion feathers, can travel 
at a pace that makes the fastest express slow 
by comparison, but some recent experiments 
carried out by a Scotch sportsman are, never- 
theless, astonishing. By a clever system of 
signals and timing, he ascertained that mal- 
lard occasionally reach a speed of 190 miles 
an hour, and teal 144 miles under identical 
conditions. In a flat calm, wild duck did 
sixty miles an hour, and ten and a half in 
the teeth of a gale. 

As wild fowl are much the same wherever 
found, there can be no doubt American birds 
attain similar speeds. Granting this, let us 
consider the practical side of the question. 
Supp( 'ng, a man facing north and shooting 
at a duck flying to the eastward, at a pace 
equal to 190 miles an hour, the bird being 
exactly forty yards distant when the trigger 
was pressed ; we shall find that the shooter 
must swing to a point almost twenty-eight 
feet in front of the bird in order to center it 
with the charge, almost but not quite, for 
so violent a gale as must blow to help a duck 
to this speed, would inevitably carry the 
charge of shot several feet to leeward. 

This allowance is calculated upon the sup- 
position that trigger pull, fall of striker, pas- 
sage of charge up gun barrel, and shot flight 
over forty yards, take one-tenth of a second, 
which is true with a very narrow margin of 

To give this allowance, the muzzle of a gun 
with thirty inch barrels and ordinary length 
stock, should be swung just ten and one- 
fourth inches. 

In a flat calm an allowance of nine feet 
should be made, with a swing- of three and 
one-half inches. 

If the birds are flying in the teeth of a 
heavy gale an eighteen inch lead would per 
haps be sufficient, but it would be better to 
allow more, even up to five feet, to compen- 
sate for short drift. 

Jas. Westlake, Norcross, Ga. 



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ing and confirming every claim 
of excellence and superiority, 
unanimously pronounced it 




Sold at all first-class cafes and by jobbers 
WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. 

Pond's Extract Accident Case 

is designed to meet the first requirements in accidents 
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A simple accident, if neglected, may cause blood poisoning 
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sulting from accident. The contents of Pond's Extract Accident 
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complete case is sold for One Dollar. 



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EING the largest manufacturers of both guns and ammunition in the world, we are 

enabled to keep Winchester guns 
ammunition apace with new guns. 

apace with new ammunition and Winchester 
Remember this, and when buying anything in 

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For Liquor and 

Drug Using 

A scientific remedy which has been 
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medical specialists for the past 25 years 


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That for mosquito and flv bites, sore and perspiring feet, 
Pricklv Heat. Chafing and Sunburn, the surest 
safeguard is UIRIVNEN'S Borated Talcum TOI- 
LET POWDER. See that you get the original, tor 
sale everywhere or by mail , 25c. Sample Free. 

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The Fay &Bowen Motor 

Won in three events in the Palm Beach Races in Feb- 
ruary. It was a winner in the Marblehead races last 
July. No crank required to start it. Speed regulation 
perfect. A reliable, simple, powerful engine. Send 
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Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 

74 Lake Street, Geneva, N. Y., U. S. A. 



Rear Sight 

There are SIX Reasons why this Sight is 
better than any other, and the price is only 

• $3. 

1st— Strong Coiled Spring in Hinge Joint. This automatically 
and instantly brings the sight to position for shooting, no matter how 
much it is knocked about in the brush or by a firing bolt. It may be 
easily fastened down when desired. 

2nd— Used on Rifles with long Firing Bolts, as per illustration 
showing Marble Sight on 1895 Model Winchester. 

3rd — Locking Sleeve. The lower sleeve locks the upper or elevat- 
ing sleeve and prevents it from being accidentally turned, 

Our new 56-page catalog gives the other three reasons, with full descrip- 
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Front Sigh;. Send stamp for catalog "A." Buy of dealer, or direct 

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R E C R E A T I N J S A D V E R T I S E R 

The Hunter One-Trigger 

Smith Guns 

Shoot Well 

Absolutely perfect. 
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Smith Hammerless 
Gun, new or old. 

Send for Catalogue 

Hunter Arms Co. 

Fulton, N. Y. 

BY order of the Ordnance Department U. S. Army, 
the U. S. Government conducted an ammunition 
test at the Springfield Armory for the purpose of 
determining the relative merit of Krag-Jorgensen .30 
cal. cartridges, made by the different manufacturers. 

Conditions : 10 and 20 shot targets, muzzle rest. 

lO and 20 shot targets, fixed rest. 
Distance, 1,000 yards. 

The official report stated that the U. S. cartridge 
excelled all others. This result was also true of the 
velocity test. 


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Repeating FLifles ao\d Ca^rbines 

8 m-m or .315 calibre. Killing range 4500 yards, 
Point Blank 300 yards, V. C. Schilling Rifles, 9 m-m 
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Douglas Mfg. Co. 

96-102 Church St. 

Dept. W. 

New York 

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When you shoot, you want to HIT what you are aiming at — be it bird, beast or target. Make your shots count by 
shooting the STEVENS— for 40 years STEVENS ARMS have carried off PREMIER HONORS for accuracy. 

Ask your dealer— insist on the STEVENS. 
If you cannot obtain, we ship direct, express 
prepaid upon receipt of catalog price. 


Rifles— Pistols— Shotguns 
Rifle Telescopes 

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shooteis. Mailed for 4c in stamps to cover postage. 

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It is Hammerless 

With the Little Savage Hammerless Repeater, accidents are averted, because 
there is no outside interference with a projecting or exposed ham- ...„ .-...■*, 

mer. The Savage Safety Device is positive and sure in its action. 
Ii" is the the only repeating rifle that successfully shoots .22-caliber 
long-rifle cartridges. The box magazine system makes this rifle 
practically always loaded. An exclusive Savage feature. 

Handsome Savage Indian Watch Fob sent on receipt of 15c. 

j Little Savage 22-caliber Hammerless Repeater, $14. "No savage beast -would dare to trifle 
I Savage-Junior 22-caJiber Single-shot R.ifle, $5. with a man -who shoots a Savage Rifle." 

The "Junior" is the only Single-shot Rifle of its kind that ejects the shell and throws it five or six feet to one side. 

If your dealer won't accommodate you, we will. Either rifle delivered, charges prepaid, upon receipt of price. Try your 
dealer first, but send to-day for catalogue. 

Savage Arms Co., 59 Turner St., Utica, N. Y., U.S.A 

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If live bait will ever ** 
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"DOWAGIAC" arti- 
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A piece of painted wood with a fish hook attached is not a criterion for artificial bait. " DOWAGIAC " baits are the result 
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H. &. R. Double Action Model 1904 
38 Caliber, also 32 Caliber. 6 Shot. 

A solid frame revolver following the pleasing lines of our famous 
H. & R. Automatic, and which we are supplying in place of the Am- 
erican Double Action, as made by us for more than twenty years. 

^rw»rifiratirm« 3 2 caliber; 6 shot; zYz inch barrel; weight 16 oz.; C. F. S. & W. cartridge; 
^jjgciih~c*iiuiis. al§o g & w Longand Cok New p olice Cartridges. 

38 caliber; 5 shot; zYz inch barrel; weight 15 oz.; C. F. S. & W. cartridge. 

Finish — Nickel. We can furnish with 4^ and 6 in. barrels and in blue finish at additional cost. 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Company 

Catalogue for Postal Makers of H. & R. Single Guns Dept. R., Worcester, Mass. 

Hotchkiss Repeating Rifle 

for $7.50 

They are in practically new condition. Barrels in dark burnished blue finish, 45-70 caliber. 
Reloading center-fire cartridge, very accurate and long range. Fine wind gauge adjustable sights, 
graduated up to 1200 yards. Point blank range 100 yards. Length barrel, from muzzle to re- 
ceiver, 28 inches. Can be used as a Single Shot or as a repeater at will. To anyone wanting a 
first-class Rifle for large game or target, these are an exceptional bargain. 

Cartridges for Rifles, 60 cents per box. 
Reloading Tools, with Bullet Mould, $2.25 per set. 

_ Orders enclosing money will be filled as long as the lot lasts, and if Rifle on receipt and ex- 
amination is not satisfactory it can be returned and money will be refunded, less cost of expressage- 

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llortb Sbore 

ONLY thirty minutes from Boston. Is delightfully 
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State Road in America (1629). The most elegantly 
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private baths. Magnificent bathing beach, fine boat- 
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Golf, croquet, and tennis. Send for our handsome 
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No. 4. LSST $100.00 

Very fine imported four-blade Damascus, Crown or Krupp Fluid Steel barrels, fine selected French 
walnut stock, fore end and stock beautifully hand checkered, full pistol grip unless otherwise ordered, rolled 
gold triggers, 14 karat gold shield in stock, all metal parts beautifully engraved by hand with dogs, birds 
and game scenes. 10, 12 and 16-gauge. We make 17 grades, $17.75 to $300.00. 

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"Pillar'd around by everlasting hills, 
Robed in the drapery of descending floods." 


One of the natural wonders of the 
world. A charming place at any 
season of the year, reached from every 
direction by the 


A visit to the Falls is an object 
lesson in Geography; an exhibition 
of landscapes that no painter can 
equal, and a glimpse of the latest de- 
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A copy of Four-Track Series No. 9, "Two 
Days at Niagara Falls," will be sent free upon 
receipt of a two-cent stamp, by George H. 
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tral Station, New York. 

The Won- " 





We ; ght 37% lbs. 
Height 11% ins. 

Convert your row 
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Rate 1 at 1 h.p. Has sho-wn nearly 2 h.p. No valves, gears, springs or cams. 
J amp spark. Reversible. Speed control. Only moving parts. Could 
not he made better if it cost five times as much. Order now. Write for our 
new catalog describing Auto-Marine Motors from 1 to 20 h.p. 

Detroit Auto-Marine Co., c .ErA7«. 

Detroit, Mich. 


Cable address "Automarine," Western Union code used 


ing Oarlocks 

on your new boat or send for 
a pair for your old one. 
Noiseless, easy rowing, 
durable. For next 30 
days, I will send a sample 
pair of galvanized tight or 
loose pin locks, prepaid, up- 
on receipt of $2.25. 

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Made of 8 oz. Canvas 


Our 7x7 foot WALL TEIST made of 8 oz, standard canvas with Poles, Ropes and Pegs complete' 
sold for $5.1 5. Can be used under any and all conditions of climate and at all seasons of the year 
Is a positive guarantee of solid comfort. Also a 7x7 foot Miner's or Pyramid Tent, $3*75. Has 
one central pole — easily put up or taken down. No ropes to adjust; simple and compact. Just the thing 
for canoeing trips. Takes up no room. A complete catalog of Camping and Fishing Outfits mailed 

upon request ctiAS. J. GODFREY CO., 4 Warren Street, IN. Y. C. 

Saving Folding Canvas Boat Go, 

Kalamazoo, Mich. 

Latest patent and improved canvas lioat on the market. Puncture 
proof, tempered steel frame, no bolts to remove. Folds the most compact 
of any boat made, and one that can be knocked down or set up in five 
minutes, everything working automatically. Sold on guarantee. 

Send 4 cents for catalogue and reliable testimonials. 

Our boats received the Highest Award at the St. Louis World's Fair. 


1 lubricates properly the sensitive meoianism. 
'With perfect action the reel never fails at a' 
critical moment. " 3 in One " wont gum, dry ( 
out, contains no acid. " 3 in One" prevents 
rust on every part, add- 
ing years to the life, and 
brightness to the beauty 
of even the finest. Good 
for the rod too— preserves 
the wood, promoting plia- 
bility — protects the metal. 
/\|"| Good for fisher also— the 

\J \ I j delicate, pleasant odor 

keeps off mosquitos. 
Try it. All dealers. Trial bottle sen 
Write to 



122 Washington 
JSlew York 

Life Bid j 


Guaranteed best and 
most economical. Safe, 
swift and seaworthy. 
Beautifully constructed 
on most modern lines. 
Price complete, $235. 
2 H. P. Speed 7 miles. 

Send for new illustrated 
descriptive FREE catalog 
showing various sizes, 
and Special One Week 
FREE Trial Offer. Im- 
mediate shipment. 
Also rowboats and canoes 


2807 Clark St., RACINE, WTS. 

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You need a strong, light reel, that 
is absolutely reliable, and that is al- 
ways ready for action. The Tubular 

"Takapart" Reel 

is made of the finest materials by the most skillful 
workmen, using especially constructed tools. 

A nezu friction de-vice assists the beginner to 
get his "thumbing" under control, preventing 

Handle and click can be set in different posi- 
tions by shifting head and end plates . 

Prices $5 or $6, according to style 

Ask your dealer to show and explain it to you. 

A. F. Meisselbach & Bro. 

Makers of the celebrated ' 'Expert ' ' 
and "Feather light" Reels 

1 2 Prospect Street, Newark, N. J. 

a great deal to do with the comfort 
and pleasures of an outing, but it 
doesn't begin to compare in impor- 
tance with a good tent. 

Tent-making is where we started. The rep- 
utation which has given us the outfitting ot polar 
expeditions grew from our tent-making skill. 

Our water-proof Canoe Tent, made in duck or 
silk, is our newest idea for the camper. 

We have every camp accessory, even to the 
smallest detail. Send lor catalogue "R" — also 
contains a lull list of fishing tackle. 


Manufacturers of Complete Outhts for 
Explorers, Campers and Prospectors 

Si ' i • 

Finger-Reach Control 

In this car all controlling: levers are assembled at the steering post. Wheel, gear shift, clutch, throttle 
and spark control are all within finger-reach, so that the operator need never take either hand away from 
the steering post. This arrangement, together with the responsiveness of the Autocar running mechanism^ 
makes this car easier and simpler than a horse to drive. The greatest value ever offered in a light four* 
passenger car is M ■ ■ «BPS ^%. &*l M V% 

Type VIII AUTOCAR at $ 14 <M> 

Horizontal two-cylinder opposed motor — no noticeable vibration. Twelve actual horse power. 

Three speeds forward and a, reverse. Ball bearing, shaft drive. Front and rear construction has ball 
bearings throughout. Gasoline tank holds io gallons — sufficient on good roads for 200 miles. 

Engine and transmission case are accessible from above without disturbing body. Catalogue 
describing Type VIII, Type X Runabout, and Type 
XI Four Cylinder Car, with dealer's name, sent free. 


Member Association Licensed Automobile Manufacturers- 

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Best Reel Made 

By Anyone at Any Price. 

4 multiplier— weight 4 oz. 

Highest Award World's Fair, St. Louis 

Winner in Tournament, Event 7, afternoon Feb. 25, loo^ 
Quarter-ounce, Bait Casting- for both distance and accuracy. In Bait Casting spool alone 
revolves. ONLY Protected Handle MULTIPLIER Fly Reel made. 

Every Reel Adapted to both Bait and Fly Casting 

As much better than a $30 reel as it is better than a 30-cent reel. 


PRICE, $10 00 

My tents are dry in wet weather. 

Are you going camping? Then perhaps it would pay you to take one of my Wall Tents along 
with you. I quote you prices on two sizes : 

7x7 complete, 8 oz. Standard Duck $5.15 
9x12 " JSoz. " " 9.75 

We make all kinds and sizes; also .Boat and Yacht Sails. 

Robt, E. Morton, 26 south st., New York City 

Tel. 2462 Broad Tent Manufacturer and Yacht Sailmaker 

CANOES &nd R. O W B O A T S 

Built of Maine Cedar, covered with best canvas. Made by work- 
men who knpw how. Models and sizes for all kinds of service. 
From $28. up. Satisfaction guaranteed. 

Send NOW for Free Illustrated Catalogue. 

Old Town Canoe Co.. 28 middle !St., Old Town. Me. 

A small piece of ice in Jill 

The Hawkeye 


| will keep your lunch cool and palatable 
fthroughout the warmest summer day. 
lit is neat and durable. Size, 18x10x8 
inches deep, $3.25; 20x13x10 inches deep, 
$3.50 30 Days Free Trial. 
" | Ask your dealer or write for 

Burlington Basket Go. 
73 Main St. Burlington, la* 

ROYAFTV PAITl and Musical Compositions 

*^V^ * r^*- * * a M fXIA^ We arrange and popularize 
ON — — Pioneer Music Pub. Co., (Inc.) 

SONG-POEMS B431 "'"^oHioioaifL. 

Mounting a 





Why not mount your own trophies ? 

During the spring and summeryou can secure many fine birds 
and animals. Mount them for your home and den. Save taxi- 
dermist's bills. Enjoy your spare time and increase your income. 

Tj. P ax . c Hundreds of leading sportsmen have taken our 

*■*• *■ <*yS* course, and are paying all gun and sporting expenses 
by selling their mounted specimens and doing work for others. 
You can do as well. If you want the most profitable of all "side 
lines," learn Taxidermy . We can teach you by mail. Our rates 
are reasonable and we positively guarantee success. Endorsed by 
all sporting magazines in America. If you are a hunter, angler, 
or nature-lover, you will be interested in our new catalogue. It's 
yours for the asking. Write for one to-djy. 

The Northwestern School of Taxidermy 

Suite A, Com. National Bank, OMAHA, NEBRASKA 

The only School of Taxidermy in the World. 

Idea. No. 2 

Re &De-capper 

Send three stamps 
for latest catalogue. 

The Phil. B. Bekeart Co. 
San Francisco, Cal. 

Agents for Pacific Coast 

Straight Line Movement. Used as a bench or hand tool. Lever 

"A" folds over so tool may be carried in pocket. Weighs but 

eight ounces. Is strong and powerful. Seats the primers 

easily and posit Swely to the bottom of pocket, which prevents misfires. 

Ejects old primer and seats new one without removing the shell, 

which is handled but once to perform the two operations, enabling the operator to do nearly 

twice the work in a given time. Now ready 25-35, 25-36, 30-30, 30-40 Krag, 30-45 Springfield 

(headless), 32-40, 38-55. Ask your dealers. If they will not serve you send cash to 

THE IDEAL MFC. CO., 12 U. St., New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. 

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Vermont a^nd La^ke Champlo^m 


New trains between Boston, New York, Springfield and Vermont Points. As good as any on the 
continent. 150-page illustrated brochure mailed free on receipt of 6c in stamps for postage. 

Address A. W. ECCLESTONE, So. Pass. Agt., 385 Broadway, New York 

I buy, sell and exchange things 

During the past two months I have 
assisted exactly 2 78 " Recreation " 
subscribers to either sell, buy or exchange all sorts of articles. You will be surprised to know 
the variety of things which I have handled in this way. Early in May I sold an estate and 
over $ 1 0,000 exchanged hands in the deal. The same day I bought and shipped an Angora 
cat to a man in Arkansas. 

I tell people where to go, how l^f^^t^AZ 

anxious to avail themselves of the 
facilities of my department. The 
answers to these inquiries go out almost automatically, and if the kindly letters of thanks that I 
am receiving is any indication of the value of the service, I am more than pleased. Remember 
that I am simply a representative of " Recreation," and my services are just as free to "Recrea- 
tion " subscribers as are the pages of your own copy of the magazine. There are but two con- 
ditions : You must be a subscriber, and you must enclose a two cent stamp for a reply. 

FRANK FORD, 23 West 24th Street, New York 

to get there and what it will cost 


i'KB'CREATIOIM ' &*«*':*. 

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'issued. '■ ' ' . ■ '-RECREATION, ' '• 

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1 1r|rl|^yi4^of^r|^g Original Deviled Ham is a delicious, pure New 
UllUCinUUU 3 England product very delightful- to the palate. 

It is made only of sugar cured ham and fragrant spices for people 
who want only the best. 

It is nourishment concentrated, and invaluable for the anticipated 
or unexpected call. Its flavor makes one's mouth water for the bite. 

Branded with the devil but fit for the gods. 

See the little Red Devils on the can. 

NEW COOK BOOK (Chafing Dish Receipts, Etc.) FREE 

Win. Underwood Co., Boston 

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Original Deviled Ham is a delicious, pure New 
England product very delightful to the palate. 
It is made only of sugar cured ham and fragrant spices for people 
who want only the best. 

It is nourishment concentrated, and invaluable for the anticipated 
or unexpected call. Its flavor makes one's mouth water for the bite. 
Branded with the devil but fit for the gods. 
See the little Red Devils on the can. 

NEW COOK BOOK (Chafing Dish Receipts, Etc.) FREE 

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"Shoot well in any gun" for 
which they are intended, because 

U. M. C. Cartridges 

are accurately fitted to and tested 
in Marlin, Remington, Savage, 
Stevens or Winchester rifles, as the 
case may be, by expert cartridge 

Tell your dealer U. M. C. make ana 
get the best. 


Agency Depot 

313 Broadway, N.Y.City 86-88 First St., San Francisco, Cal 

There is such a thing as good luck in 
Hunting. In gun making, however, 
success comes only from definite causes. 

Remington Gvns 

are standard because they are simple and 
safe, and because expert workmen and 
best materials are employed in their manufacture. Standard since 1816. 


Agency: -315 Broadway, New York City 

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Around Our Camp Fire 

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Some of our friends have suggested that 
in our enthusiasm for Nature we are becom- 
ing worshippers of Pan. This was said jok- 
ingly, but we choose to take it seriously. Pan 
is the ancient god whom artists use to per- 
sonify Nature, but whose grotesque form 
plainly indicates that he was not originally 
intended for that purpose but to represent 
what we know as "of the earth, earthy." 

Recreation claims that Nature is the ma- 
terial manifestation of the Divine Mind, and, 
even if we were worship- 
pers of Nature, we should 
still hold a higher posi- 
tion than those people 
who pretend to worship 
a Deity whose handiwork 
they spend their lives in 
mutilating and destroy- 
ing. No man respects an 
artist and destroys his 

. We want each of you 
to bring a log to the 
camp fire until it blazes 
so high that it will illu- 
minate the whole coun- 
try around so that peo- 
ple will stop and ask 
what that light means re- 
flected in the sky ; and 
you can honestly reply, 
"That means a REVO- 
LUTION,— a revolution 

from the hard, suicidal, unsentimental, dol- 
lar-and-cent way of viewing life, to one in 
which each of us is doing our little part to 
restore this world, as near as may be, to its 
original plan of a pleasure-ground and gar- 
den for those who are sojourning here." 

More Guests at the Camp. 

Thanks to our enthusiastic and generous 
public, the logs in Recreation's camp fire are 
burning brightly and, although the circle 
around it is constantly being enlarged, we 
must still make room for the growing army 
of juvenile campers, for the "Sons of Daniel 
Boone'' are loudly clamoring for a seat in our 
council lodge and we give them a hearty back- 
woodsman's welcome. 

It is perhaps unnecessary to remind our 

Old, Tried Campers 

that the boys of today are the men of tomor- 
row and the men of today are buried tomor- 
row. In other words, we must depend on the 
boys to carry on the work which we are now 
doing, and the manner in which they acquit 
themselves of the responsibilities which will 
soon fall on their shoulders is strictly gov- 
erned by our actions and examples. 

In the July number we 
spoke of the 


An uncompromising fight for 
the protection, preservation and 
propagation of all game ; placing 
a sane limit on the bag that can 
be taken in a day or season; the 
prevention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, except 
in limited quantities, and then 
only when accompanied by the 
party who killed it; the prohi- 
bition of the sale of game. These 
are ' Recreation's" slogans now 
and forever. 

Quick Work for the 


and quoted some of the 
dispatches sent. The 
facts of the matter are 
these: that it was widely 
advertised that there was 
to be a grand buffalo 
hunt in which the buf- 
falo were to be chased 
around in front of the 
grand stand and shot by 
Indians and hunters. 
When we telegraphed to 
the proprietors of the 
ranch, in Oklahoma, 
where the show was to 
be given, they would not 
deny this report and it 
was not until then that we brought the pres- 
sure to bear upon them that put the sum- 
mary stop to the proceedings ; but this was 

One Move on the Chess Board. 

Our object now is to preserve these noble 
beasts for all time, and we want each reader 
of this magazine to sit down now and write 
a letter to his congressman, asking him to 
give his enthusiastic support to the bill which 
will be presented to Congress, authorizing 
the government to make a permanent buf- 
falo park and to purchase the Pablo-Allard 
herd of buffalo and place it upon the reserva- 
tion selected for it. 

Every one of you, subscribers and casual 
readers, can help us in this great move and 

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You Owe it to Your Children 

and your grandchildren and your interest in 
the history of this country to act immedi- 
ately upon this suggestion and not only write 
the letters yourselves but, whenever it is pos- 
sible, personally see your representatives and 
urge this measure upon their attention. 

We have assurances from the members of 
Congress that if the public really wants the 
buffalo preserved by the government that 
there will not be the slightest difficulty in 
having the bill passed. 

We are constantly getting letters from peo- 
ple all over the country, giving us sugges- 
tions as to 

How to run this Magazine 

and we are not ignoring these correspond- 
ents' ideas, and if any of them find that some 
pet plan of their own is not being adopted by 
Recreation, it is because there are more let- 
ters from other people who did not want the 
changes made which this correspondent had 
asked for in his letter. 

It is our earnest aim to make this maga- 
zine the most popular, readable and indis- 
pensable publication for out-door people 
printed in America, and we are going to do it. 

We take this opportunity of thanking those 
whose interest has impelled them to write 
to us, and to give us the advantage of their 
experience and thought upon this matter. 
Keep in mind that this is not a magazine for 
the sole benefit of the parties who are print- 
ing it, but a magazine for the people, by the 
people and of the people, and one where 
every honest subscriber will be heard and 
receive attention. 

Hands Around the Fire. 

There is yet another way in which the 
readers of the magazine can make it more 
valuable, and greatly assist Mr. Beard in his 
pleasant task of editing it. 

You, who live next to the great heart of 
Nature, perhaps little realize how refreshing 
is a whiff from forest or plain, to the man 
whose spirit is with you, though his body is 
chained to a desk. Since he cannot enjoy the 
freedom of your life, the best he may hope 
for is that you shall tell him of your sports 
and pleasures. When he ensconces himself 
in an easy chair, either on the piazza or in 
his den, it is not fine writing, nor Addison- 
ian English that he is hungering for, but a 
plain, straightforward yarn, from the man 
who is doing the things he would give his 
eyes to be doing, and living the life that he 
himself hopes to lead again, even though 
but for brief periods and at long intervals. 

Send in the stories of your hunts and your 
fishing trips to Recreation. Let's make it a 
diary of the doings of the members of our 
big family — a family of sportsmen and open- 
air men and women. Of course, the better 
written the stories, the better we like them 

—as a working day, even in New York City, 
is but twelve hours long — but sometimes the 
man who has most to say that is worth read- 
ing is not much of a fist at writing; and in 
such cases we are only too glad to have an 
opportunity of putting on the polishing 

Just note what Colonel David Crockett 
said in the Introduction to the little narra- 
tive of his life, published in 1834: 

"On the subject of my style, it is bad 
enough, in all conscience, to please critics, if 
that is what they are after. . . . But I do 
not know of anything in my book to be crit- 
icised on by honorable men. Is it my spell- 
ing? — that's not my trade. Is it my gram- 
mar? I hadn't time to learn it, and make no 
pretensions to it. Is it on the order and ar- 
rangement of my book? — / never wrote one 
before, and never read very many; and, of 
course, know mighty little about them. Will 
it be on the authorship of the book? — This, I 
claim, and I'll hang on to it like a wax plas- 

Send in your stories and if your outfit in- 
cludes a camera, don't forget to send in all 
the good snap shots you can. and, see that 
they are printed on glossy paper. 

The Editor intends this magazine to be 
redolent of The Outdoors, and the only way 
to make it so, is to fill it brimful of hearty, 
truthful papers from the pens of men who 
have heard the call of the Red Gods and 
obeyed it. 

The Scotch proverb says, "A stout heart 
to a stiff brae," and perhaps there is nothing 
that assists more materially in giving this 
stout heart than a few cordial words of en- 
couragement. We have no wish to throw 
bouquets at ourselves, yet, we must confess 
that letters such as the following are very 
much appreciated. c 

My dear Mr. Beard: 

I write to congratulate Recreation. I 
think it might not be inappropriate to say 
'The New Recreation,' as the late issues 
would warrant such an appellation. 

There are many capable editors of many 
creditable magazines in America and else- 
where, but if I were asked to name, to th& 
best of my knowledge, the man most adapted 
by character, sentiment, habits and educa- 
tion, to conduct editorially a high-grade mag- 
azine for sportsmen and devotees to nature, 
I would name "Dan Beard." 

You have long understood and loved ani- 
mals, and, I believe, best of all, you have un- 
derstood that branch of the animal kingdom 
classified as the ie genus homo." You have 
realized our kinship to the lower forms and 
have stood as courageously for their protec- 
tion and welfare as you have for the welfare 
of man, and have given voice to your con- 
victions. All who know you will be glad you 
have acquired another medium of expression, 
through which you may reach the public ear. 

Confident in your capabilities, and in sym- 
pathy with "the cause" there are those of us 
here in the West who shall lend our small 
assistance and watch for developments. 
With kindest regards, I am, 
Cordially yours, 
J. Chester Fox, Seattle, Wash. 

Stands for Game Protection. 

But Recreation is not merely a magazine 
of amusement. It represents a principle, and 
that principle is the protection of our van- 
ishing American game. It does not require 
a gift of prophecy to foretell that in any 
land where the game belongs to the people, 
and where the population is increasing as 

such a change in public sentiment so that 
such detestable lawlessness becomes impossi- 
ble, this magazine will have achieved one of 
the aims of its being. 

Our Premium Catalog 

There has been an extraordinary demand 
for the premium catalog recently issued by 
our Circulation Department. Although it 
does not seem to be quoted in the publishers' 
lists, it is quite possible that it is the hit of 
the season. Future editions will evidently 
be called for at short intervals. 

Those that are inclined to occupy a little 
of their spare time most profitably should 
write to Mr. Allen Duncan, Circulation Man- 

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rapidly as in the United States, game re- 
quires protection. 

When this continent was discovered the 
Indian population was absurdly small. Hence, 
notwthstanding that the red men slew, some- 
times indiscriminately, the effect they had 
upon the head of game was a mere nothing. 
Now matters are very different. 

Recreation's correspondents in the West 
tell of districts in Wyoming where the set- 
tlers are living upon antelope meat, and the 
game wardens are looking on and doing noth- 
ing. Yet, we know that the range of the an- 
telope is but a fraction of the acreage over 
which it once roamed. If we can bring about 

ager, for this catalog and study the tempt- 
ing offers contained therein. 

Frank Ford's Work. 

Perhaps the most popular member of our 
staff is Mr. Frank Ford, — the man who an- 
swers questions. He has been kept quite 
busy since the last issue went to press, and 
there is no sign of a slack season even dur- 
ing the dog days. 

Several persons are now happy possessors 
of launches, sailing boats, hunting dogs and 
country estates, thanks to his efforts in their 
behalf. If you are in the market for any- 
thing write and see what he can do for you. 



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A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies 

Dan Beard, Editor 



Cover Design Charles Livingston Bull 

Charm of Illecillewaet 


L. F. Brown 99 

Trolling for Pacific Salmon 

James E. Sawyers 107 

Past Junes .... 

• Clarence H. Urner 111 

The Dream of the Yellow Throat 

C. Wm. Beebe 113 

The Mother Instinct 


' John Cassel 114 

Panther Hunting by Amateurs 

P. J. McGillivray 116 

The Way to the Forest of Arden 

Oscar Brumbaugh 118 

The Terrors of the Sea 


The Land of Make- Believe . 

Harry B. Bradford 119 
Irene Pomeroy Shields 121 

An Argument with a Mosquito 


Tudor Jenks 122 

Genius .... 

Clarence H. Urner 127 

Turning Loggerheads 


A Tale of Coo-Coo-Cache 


F. H. Gould 128 
Martin Hunter 133 

The Highway 

Frank Leo Pinet 131 

The End of the Great Red Fox 

Frank H. Meloon 135 

When the Season is Ending 

John T. Willets 137 

A Beautiful Pest . 

Dan Beard 111 

Southern Pines .... 

Emily Paret Atwater 112 

The Making of a Gentleman 

Florence Finch Kelly 112 

The Covered Bridge 

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Frank Farnngton 115 

Wild Cave Dwellers of Mexico 


C. William Beebe 117 

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Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E. Annis 

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Something hovers overhead 

Drawn by Walter King Stone 




AUGUST, 1905 

No. 2 





ESTWARD we jour- 
neyed until 2,500 
miles stretched be- 
tween us and Mon- 
treal. We watched 
the mountains, 
ravines, snowy pin- 
nacles, and furious 
streams where mist- 
wraiths rose from 
winding green wa- 
ter. Scenery until 
the tired senses re- 
belled, and we grew 
listless ! Bare, desolate black peaks ris- 
ing, sombre, lone, almost piercing dark, 
sullen clouds ; snow-fields by hundreds 
of square miles and stretching away to 
unknown fastness, on which wan sun- 
light rested as it came through the 
widening cloud-rifts. Lower, masses 
of ice glittering under sunnier skies 
whose blue distances held faint mant- 
lings of shadows. Yet lower, lofty 
tops of conifer trees along far-reaching 
slopes and down into gloom of canons. 
Occasional titanic cliffs with bare walls 
in fantastic splotches of gray, pink, 
ochre and dull red. A jumbled world 
of tremendous hills sticking up on edge 
nearly a mile. 

Before us were more astonishing 
mountains, every detail plain in the 

marvelously clear air which made the 
distances so deceptive. Just back of 
the hotel rose more lofty firs, and be- 
yond, not a half-mile away, was the 
forefoot or "snout" of the great Ille- 
cillewaet Glacier. 

Coldness and lack of passion in at- 
tempting to describe it are proof of 
weakness and lack of knowledge. But 
the picture given herewith will tell 
something of its majesty. If this small 
illustration in mere black and white, 
and which the reader can cover with 
his hand, can tell such a story of it, 
think what it must be as one views those 
mile-wide ice masses stretching back 
for long leagues ; of its witchery under 
sunshine, moonlight and cloud-shad- 
ows, all never alike for two con- 
secutive instants. That slow, relent- 
less ice-flow of silence and appalling 
power seems to have actual life as well 
as titanic force. Note the line of stones 
which the advancing ice has pushed 
aside. In the pedantic language of the 
mountain-climber, that is the "mo- 
raine/' See how the crystal masses of 
the couloir, slanting down that ridge 
on the upper right of the picture, give 
a climax of almost unearthly effect to 
the scene. While this poor attempt to 
describe it in words may not escape the 
charge of rhapsody, it is yet true that 



the best writers would hesitate before 
the impotence of words to tell of what 
the eye beholds there. 

The peak which pierces the snow- 
field above is an arete. Over a rock 
fifty feet high, the concealing ice has 
been forced onward and downward un- 
til it has formed an ice-cave where ex- 
quisite, aqua-marine lights play hour 
after hour. Observe the figure of the 
man who stands at the foot of the 
chasm, half serac and half crevasse, 
which seams the descending ice-slope 
behind him. 

We lived there a fortnight, getting 
acquainted with the ice-river. First, 
we moved the camera over logs, 
through brush and amongst a chaos of 
huge, loose rocks ; and finally waded 
through glacier-water to the very foot 
of the solid river. The resulting picture 
with its dim outlines of the men inside 

Photographed by Dan Beard 

the Cave, shows with admirable fidelity 
of detail, the results of ice-motion, pres- 
sure, fracture, and the action of sun, 
wind, and melted water. That cave was 
an awesome and dangerous place. As 
we stood at its back and sixty feet from 
the mouth, we could hear the groaning 
and protests of the ice-masses as they 
were being forced along. 

A wider view is also given of the 
surfaces of the Glacier, showing how 
the snow gradually sinks and changes 
into ice. Another picture shows the 
stream of glacier water — melted ice — 
flowing through mazes of logs. 

All the illustrations show much of the 
truth of distance, space, perspective and 
the power and great size of the Glacier ; 
but it is repeated that the photographs 
and the cuts made from them cannot 
show the constant changes of light and 
shadow, the brilliancy and color. The 



printer can only use black ink on white 
paper. Yet their fidelity to detail is 

This glacier, a solid, crystal stream, 
flows about eighteen inches daily, and 
most swiftly at its centre. The snow 
of its body far above is many hundreds 
of feet deep. It gradually changes as 
it sinks, until, in its lower parts, the 
snow has become solid ice. The upper 
snow is called the neve. Where the 
lower ice emerges free from snow, it is 
called the dry glacier. Of course this 
ice flows by reason of the attraction of 
gravitation — the same force that will 
make a long beam of ice when support- 
ed only at each end and with no sup- 
port in the middle, bend and sink until 
curved like a horseshoe. 

So the ice crowds down the slope or 
ravine, flowing with well nigh resistless 
force. If the hills deviate or change its 
course, the outside edge travels much 
faster than the inner one. Variations 
in its inherent pressure crack and splin- 
ter it ; these cracks are widened by the 

sun and the flow of water from melting 
ice, until they form crevasses some- 
times a thousand feet deep, and four 
and six rods wide. 

The forefoot of the Illecillewaet Gla- 
cier is about i, 800 feet wide. Being 
low down on the mountain side and 
at the bottom of a ravine, the air is 
warmer there, and the front of the 
foot melts. On sunny, warm days, the 
ice melts far up on the body of the 
mass ; often this released water pours 
into wells that the water makes. These 
great holes are called moulins. When 
the sides of transverse crevasses melt 
and form ice-towers, the towers are 
called seracs. 

The hypnotism of the mountains 
made the trout-fishing in the Illecille- 
waet river a few miles beyond Glacier 
House, and available right beside the 
railroad track, seem very tame. The 
taking of a three-pound trout seemed 
a small affair ; for, always, we were 
dominated by the overmastering scen- 
ery. Nature seemed on too large a 


Photographed by Dan Beard 



scale. Even the ascent twenty years 
earlier of the Matterhorn, and along 
some of the upper ice-fields of Switzer- 
land, did not bring more impressive 
spectacles of glacier, mountain and val- 

We soon stopped fishing, and longed 
to traverse that glacier-field. Its neve 
is very accessible. Several guides from 
the Alps live at the hotel, and are avail- 
able for the tourist. They charge from 

cities, "tenderfeet" who would not walk 
a mile over the pavements at home, 
would be seized with an uncontrollable 
longing for mountain and glacier "ex- 
ploration." Then they would go to 
the hotel ofhce, and "book" themselves 
for a climb over the hills. The man 
who assigns the guides to "parties" did 
not smile, at least outwardly. He re- 
ceived the deposits of cash, ordered lun- 
cheons put up, helped the novices to 


three to five dollars daily for their ser- 
vices. A powerful, low-set, wiry and 
athletic coterie, they are not only vital 
aids on the hills, but are cultured, in- 
telligent, and admirable companions. 

The mountain-climbing fever is both 
contagious and infectious. It "works 
like madness in the brain." The results 
at Glacier House were often ludicrous. 
Belles in high-heeled shoes, portly 
grandpapas and grandmas, weaklings 
escaped from the pampered life of the 

Photographed by Dan Beard 

don hobnail shoes and choose alpen- 
stocks, and listed them to be called at 
four o'clock the next morning. Often 
these climbing parties would return 
long after dark, tired to the verge of 
collapse, yet vowing that their day had 
been "perfectly lovely." The guide did 
not sneer — such parties pay him well. 

But when two or three ambitious or 
sturdy men would propose a trip up 
Sir Donald or to the upper Glacier, it 
was different. Then he would prepare 


Photographed by Dan Beard 

the climbers by a day or two of pre- 
liminary work, just for exercise and 
"hardening." Sitting in his comfort- 
able chair on the hotel porch, he would 
say between puffs at his briarwood 
pipe : 

"Get yourselves into better physical 
condition before we start. Take a day 
or two of preliminary work by your- 
selves without a guide. Keep entirely 
away from below the edges of the ice- 
fields. Stick to the bare mountain- 
sides ; beware of the faces of the gla- 
cier ; there you will be in grave danger 
when you least expect it. See that ledge 
up on the timber-line? Looks like you 
could almost throw a stone to it. Well, 
it is a long three miles away as the crow 
flies. Now, start and scramble over 
the logs and through the brush, being 
careful about loose rocks. Leave the 
hotel at sunrise in charge of a native 
who will carry your luncheon. When 

you reach that rock at noon, wave this 
big red handkerchief at me ; I will see 
it through field-glasses. Then descend 
easily. Shoot a fool-hen if you can 
find one ; build a fire and have supper, 
and return in time for going to bed. 
You will sleep all right, and enjoy your 
breakfast in the morning. Then you 
can tell me how stiff and sore your legs 
are, and we will see about taking you 
on a real trip." 

He may keep one at this preliminary 
work for a week, or even refuse to con- 
duct members of a party who do not 
respond well to the "training." The 
incidents of such days at the hotel are 
often ludicrous. Men will return hope- 
lessly wearied, on the verge of collapse, 
profanely stating that they are several 
kinds of idiots for submitting to this 
sort of thing. The next morning they 
will drag their jaded legs down to 
breakfast, abuse the guides, vow that 





they are leaving by first train, and will 
even pay their bills and pack their lug- 
eace. l>ut the mountain fever is as bad 
as the opium habit. Women become 
hysterical over their tea, weep, even 
go back to bed. But lunch and supper 
revive these weaklings ; they come out 
on the porches and hear the gossip ; and 
the spell returns as they look at the 
scenery, often raving about its beauties, 
and of what they saw from far "up 
there" at noon yesterday. Sarcasms, 
rivalries, challenges to tests of endur- 
ance, development of a hunger that will 
hardly consent to be satisfied, and a 
new kind of sleep ! The novelty and 
unexpectedness, the peeping out of that 
part of human nature which makes us 
all civilized savages ; and the next 
morning a limping, sore, slow-moving 
little party starts to some other and 
higher point ; while the guide again 
smokes solemnly, and after the "ex- 
plorers 7 ' are out of sight, he lets his 
inward smile come out and beam over 
his face. Some of these novices are 
sure to develop skill and power in 
climbing. They get the Alpine names 
at their finger-ends, venture; even find 
the shy flowers of the upper heights, 
which bloom nowhere more exquisitely 
than at the edge of the snow fields, 
where the ground is damp. 

Finally, a real ascent is planned, and 
the guides take charge of the party. 
Shoes shod with short iron spikes, a 
rope, flasks of water and wine, more 
sandwiches, even tiny bundles of wood 
for making a fire and boiling coffee 
above the timber line. The guides carry 
two or three extra and warm woolen 
jackets for use by chilled members of 
the party. Each one carries an alpen- 
stock, a stout staff shod with an iron 
point; Some alpenstocks have a metal 
head which has the blade of a tiny 
axe on one side, and a pointed iron 
pick on the other. These ice-axes are 
used to chop steps in icy slopes. The 
pick opposite the axe-blade |Sl sometimes 
swung over the head and brought down 
into the ice-slope above the chopped 
steps, when the handle of the alpenstock 

furnishes a hand-hold, and greater se- 

Nothing could be more full of name- 
less charm than a passage over one of 
these ice-slopes. The party is usually 
five in number — three guides and two 
guests, all tied together with the long 
rope, one of the guides at each end, 
and one in the middle. The advance 
guide will pause at some ice-incline, 
perhaps five hundred feet across, and 
with its lower edge terminating at a 
crevasse or cliff at the brink of a de- 
scent, sheer, of several hundred feet. 
He chops the first step with his ice-axe, 
and then another ; when, if necessary, 
he swings the pick side of the axe-head 
over his shoulder and fastens the pick 
into the slope above him. Then he or- 
ders the novice on the rope behind him 
to place both his feet into that first 
chopped step. Thus the entire party 
slowly advances across the slope. The 
"bright face of danger" is before them ; 
the spell of the mountains is upon them. 
No more absolute monarchs in all the 
world than these guides have become. 
Standing at the middle, head and rear 
of the party of five, they hold the lives 
of the other two in their hands, and risk 
their own lives also. Let the reader be- 
come a member of such a party, stand 
in the quickly formed niches or steps 
made by the head guide, become fright- 
ened, lose his head and try to sit down. 
Then he will know what it is to be 
admonished and reprimanded until his 
wrath overcomes his fright, and he is 
brought back to moods of safety. For 
those guides have a blistering, unpro- 
fane vocabulary of awful words for 
just that juncture, and which is sure 
to be of vital benefit to faint-hearted 

The pen drops, impotent to tell of the 
vastness and grandeur of the scenery, 
of the strange sense of remoteness felt 
by the members of our own party of 
three as we slept up on those mountains 
during another fortnight's fruitless 
quest for bighorn sheep. It is there. 
Immense, alone, comforting and su- 

















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HERE is no better or more 
beautiful stretch of water 
for the angler to do battle 
with the royal chinook, or 
with his smaller brother, 
the pertinacious silverside, 
than in Oregon, where the 
Umpqua's crystal flow 
mingles with the salt water 
of the Pacific. 
In the bays along the Pa- 
cific Coast, and as far up their tributa- 
ries as the tides ebb and flow, these red- 
meated fish gather on their journey to 
the spawning shoals. At this time they 
are vigorous, in prime condition and 
may be taken by trolling with hand-line 
or rod and reel. 

In autumn great schools of silver- 
sides enter the bays and inlets, and wait 
until the streams are swollen by the 
fall rains, when the ascent is begun. 
Instinctively they battle with the turbu- 
lent waters, often jumping over falls, 
winding through rugged gorges and 
performing almost incredible feats in 
overcoming the furious currents, until 
the goal, the spawning ground, is 

The chinook begin running early in 
the spring, when the streams are roily, 
still swollen, and experience less diffi- 
culty than the autumnal silverside. 
However, small runs of this species con- 
tinue to enter the rivers as late as Sep- 
tember. The head waters of the streams 
are beset with continuous rapids which 
the fish must overcome before the des- 
tination is reached. Good chinook fish- 
ing may be had in the channels and 
eddies where they congregate about 
April or May, a few being taken at the 
spawning grounds. 

It is conceded that these fish do not 
feed after leaving salt water. The fact 

that their bodies become emaciated 
when in fresh water, throats contracted, 
stomachs shriveled, with the consequent 
loss of weight, sustains this theory. 
This deterioration becomes more evi- 
dent as the reproductive organs are de- 
veloped. Yet they manifest a desire to 
feed, not unlike a dyspeptic, craving 
something that can not be retained, 
which explains why they pursue float- 
ing leaves, flecks of foam, dart at the 
spoon, and occasionally take a fly. 

Were it not for the extraordinary vi- 
tality of these fish they could not re- 
tain strength enough to follow up the 
streams whose waters rush and swirl 
through irregular channels and over 
rugged boulders, plunging under log 
jams, and over falls many feet high; 
but the irresistible impulse to go up 
stream urges the fish to surmount every 

The Pacific salmon does not always 
realize when it has finished spawning, 
often instinctively continuing these ef- 
forts until death ends its career. Those 
that do not die on the spawning-beds 
are so weak that they drop back to the 
deep pools where they exist but a few 
days. They are frequently blind, and 
covered with a fungus-like growth 
which attacks the many cuts and abra- 
sions received when dashing against 
sharp rocks or rubbing over gravel 
beds. Truly, they present sorry figures 
as compared with their condition when 
in the salt water. 

Most of the trolling is done when the 
silver salmon are running in the fall, 
at which time they are near the head 
of tide water, or in the deep eddies near 
the rapids. There are, also, enough 
chinooks about these favorite fishing 
grounds during this season to render 
certain the capture of these royal fel- 






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lows, adding zest to the possibilities the 
troller enjoys. 

The ordinary trollers, the settlers, use 
a light skiff. Two men compose the 
crew. One acts as oarsman, while the 
other handles the line, the former per- 
forming the duty of gaffman. A few 
use a rod and reel with baited hooks, 
but the boys, girls and inhabitants along 
the streams use a hand line and spoon. 
The lines vary in length from twenty- 
five to one hundred yards or more, de- 
pending upon individual experience. 

The long line is better, especially in 
wide rivers with long stretches of deep 
water. A good oarsman is essential, 
for the smoothly running boat assures 
the more regular spinning of the spoon. 
The irregular or jerky oarsman is sure- 
ly a hoodoo, for the salmon do not take 
kindly to the dragging spoon resulting 
from spasmodic use of the oars. When 

the breezes favor a sailing speed of 
three or four miles an hour, the most 
fascinating and certain method of trol- 
ling is assured. 

The line is released gradually, a bit 
of slack always being held in reserve 
for emergencies. When a fish is hooked, 
the line is hauled in hand over hand, 
coiled sailor fashion in the bottom of the 
boat. When thus coiled it pays out 
evenly, and should the fish run, it can 
be more readily given. It is astonish- 
ing how proficient the salmon trollers 
become in handling a line in this way. 

The memory of a September day's 
angling upon the estuary of the Ump- 
qua, where the tides come and go, cease- 
lessly as time, appears like an enchant- 
ing picture, or a scene from a fairy 
tale. Our boat glided swiftly over the 
sparkling ripples ; a chinook breeze 
drove the murmuring waves against the 

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boat; many trollers, in boats of every 
kind, from the hired boat of the sports- 
man to the trim craft of the private 
owner, were in evidence everywhere. 
The broad, deep river was entertaining 
the public. As far as the eye could 
see, boats were in view, some carrying 
a solitary fisherman, many only the cus- 
tomary crew of two, while others were 
loaded with gay crowds out for sight 

The salmon seemed to be in a frolic- 
some mood, and were leaping two or 
three feet above the water. The moun- 
tains on either side began at the water's 
edge and rose abruptly skyward, each 
vying with the other in richness of 
robe. Leaves of scarlet, gold, and som- 
bre brown stood out in bold relief and 
made the tall firs and spruces more 

To the westward an excited angler 
was matching his skill and rebellious 
reel with an early riser, but the taunting 
laughter and derisive shouts that greet- 
ed his efforts impaired his judgment. 
He did not heed the kindly advice of his 
companion. Another moment and the 
silvery king shot into the air like a pro- 
jectile and shook himself free. 

An atmosphere of goodfellowship 
prevailed, and the autumnal scene 
flashed before the eyes in a panorama. 
An Indian, spectre-like, moved out from 
the shore in a cedar canoe. He and 
the group of Indian shacks on the bluff 
near the water's edge added variety to 
the happy throng, and furnished an im- 
pression long to be remembered. Com- 
fortable homes lined the shores, em- 
phasizing the survival of the fittest. 

A sudden commotion ! Looking lee- 
ward, we beheld an inspiring sight ! A 
slender girl, standing erect in the stern 
of a boat, faced a wildly leaping, vigor- 
ously fighting twenty-pound silverside. 
The slender pole "bowed a sweet ack- 
nowledgment^ of the strenuous strike, 
like a reed swaying before the wind, 
and the merrily singing reel added its 
metallic voice like the fifer in the con- 
fusion of battle. 

The fish headed downward, stubborn- 

ly protesting. Only the swish of the 
quivering line greeted the ears of the 
on-lookers. The slowing z-ze-ze-ze of the 
reel indicated the good judgment of 
the fair angler in her efforts to stop the 
heavy strain on the hook and line. 

After a series of spasmodic bottom 
rushes the salmon led up, but when 
near the boat he rose to the surface, 
hesitating a moment, then running 
stra ; ;Tit away, gradually settled until 
finafly checked. For a moment he 
struggled obstinately, keeping near the 
bottom, then rushed wildly toward the 
boat in a frantic effort to escape, the 
reel rapidly taking up the slack. A 
sudden pause, a dull tugging, and the 
fish came toward the inevitable. 

Slowly the reel took in the slack line, 
then the infuriated silverside had his sec- 
ond wind, and made a wild run for the 
deep eddy ; but the damsel at the reel 
maintained her composure, letting out 
the line slowly as the fish surged and 
tumbled. The line slackened and the 
soft grumbling reel took it up. The 
silence was ominous, still the line was 
slack. Had he shaken the hook loose ? 
No ! He flashed in the bright morning 
sun ; leaped successively two or three 
feet into the air, then rolling, and dart- 
ing viciously, churned the water into a 
seething, boiling foam. Like a half 
tamed mustang he led in, but sud- 
denly at the appearance of the boat he 
pulled back, throwing and shaking him- 
self, and then as if to free his body of 
the iridescent silver he shot out of the 
water and fell back, slapping the water 
savagely with his tail as he again dis- 
appeared. Cautiously she reeled him 
in again, but the prize fought the taut 
line ; he was only brought to gaff when 
overcome with exhaustion. 

The silver salmon is a well shaped, 
handsome fish. His bright, silvery 
scales, darker along the upper portion 
of the body, give him a peculiar distinc- 
tion among his kind. In weight he va- 
ries from 5 to 30 pounds, the average 
being about 10 pounds. 

Each fisherman selects the trolling 
spoons and lines which he considers 



best adapted to handling the fish, and 
for this reason there are no rules to 
guide the beginner. Any trolling 
spoon equipped with a No. 6 hook, 
with proper handling is strong enough 
to land the average silverside. Because 
of the possible strike from an extra 
large silverside, or a large chinook, it 
is wise to have a No. 8 hook. 

The salmon troller has many petty 
annoyances to worry him. The stringy 
moss that drifts in the fall gathers on 
the hooks and swivels, preventing the 
spinning of the spoon. The angler can 
easily tell by the pull of the line 
whether or not things are going wrong. 
Much trouble is caused by the biting of 
small fish especially chubs ; they lead up 
so meekly that the sight of one soon be- 
comes repulsive. Salmon trout are 
likely to bite, and a two or three pound- 
er furnishes considerable sporty as they 

are very gamey and fight to the finish. 
The diminutive brook trout will some 
times strike the big hooks and he looks 
quaint enough fighting the heavy line 
in his weak way. 

The fascinating feature about salmon 
fishing is the ever present signs of the 
fish. If the fisherman fails to secure a 
strike immediately he may enjoy the in- 
tervals observing the interesting and 
exciting spectacle afforded by the suc- 
cess of his fellow-anglers. Sometimes 
an old man with gray hair and whisk- 
ers draws near and swings away to- 
ward the southern shore. In a) moment 
his spinning spoon is visible. Quickly, 
like an arrow from a bow, a chinook 
shoots upward through the dark green 
water, striking heavily, then, leaping 
into the air like a bucking cayuse, he 
plunges back into the snowy foam. The 
old man's countenance is soon ablaze 

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with the glow of battle ; the dim eyes 
seem to brighten with eager light and 
dance in the keen desire of conquest. 

The aged fisherman is an angler of 
the old school, skilled in the overhand 
method of hauling in the line, reaching 
out as agile as a boy and drawing in 
the line in big loops, which appear to 
drop coiled systematically at his feet, 
while the big salmon is running deep 
down but toward the boat. The sal- 
mon rushes, tumbling and rolling er- 
ratically, but keeps near the bottom, 
despite the veteran's efforts to the con- 
trary. The line slackens and is quickly 
taken up, loop after loop being dropped 
in place. The casual observer might 
conclude that the fish had escaped, but 
the sanguine gaze of those eyes watch- 
ing a vague figure shaking and twist- 
ing, fortells a grand rush. A steady 
tugging for a few moments ; and then, 
the strong fish runs madly to the sur- 
face, darting hither and thither, leap- 
ing and plunging as if proud of his 
strength, or in defiance of his would- 
be master. Away in a cake-walk style 
goes the infuriated salmon, now gallop- 
ing, now rolling, now tumbling like an 
acrobat, and then ricochetting straight 

away like a glancing missile. When fifty 
yards off he dives to the depths, bitterly 
protesting. Again the line is gracefully 
gathered and coiled as the almost ex- 
hausted salmon leads up, occasionally 
shaking and throwing himself con- 
vulsively like a wild colt wearing his 
first halter. 

The sight of the boat seems to fill 
him with new fear, he leaps intrepidly 
and sulks li-ke a spoiled child. Every 
reckless run is checked by the taut line ; 
the fish responds by summersaulting 
and whirling irregularly, wrapping the 
line about himself, plunging and racing 
until the last furious run draws the 
line securely over his gills ; his race is 
run and the silver crowned angler has 

His face glows with pride as he ex- 
amines the royal captive that pulls the 
indicator of the scales to 52 pounds. A 
noble fish, with symmetrically formed 
body, bright, silvery on sides and un- 
derneath, an expressive head of metallic 
lustre, small, round black spots on dor- 
sal and caudal fins, all uniting to re- 
veal the beauty, power and endurance 
of the Royal Chinook, the gamest of 
all food fishes. 



Past Junes still win my heart to roam 
O'er meadows, lush and woodlands wild 

My footsteps feel the hint of home, 
And I am happy as a child. 

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Drawn by Roy jMartell Mason 




1 H ; A'^,i>^ 

ANY of us look 
back to the days of 
Columbus with 
longing ; we chafe 
at the thought of no 
more continents to 
discover ; n o u n- 
known seas to en- 
compass. But a t 
our very doors is 
a n " undiscovered 
bourn e," from 
which, while the traveler invariably re- 
turns, yet he will have penetrated but 
slightly into its mysteries. This un- 
explored region is night. 

When the dusk settles down and the 
creatures of sunlight seek their rest, a 
new realm of life awakens into being. 
The flaring colors and loud bustle of 
the day fade and are lost, and in their 
place come soft, gray tones and silence. 
The scarlet tanager seeks some hidden 
perch and soon from the same tree slips 
a silent, ghostly owl ; the ruby of the 
humming-bird dies out as the gaudy 
flowers of day close their petals, and 
the gray wraiths of sphinx moths ap- 
pear and sip nectar from the spectral 

if. ^s >{c 

With feet shod with silence, let us 
creep near a dense tangle of sweet-brier 
and woodbine late some summer even- 
ing and listen to the sounds of the 
night-folk. How few there are that our 
ears can analyze! We huddle close to 
the ground and shut our eyes. Then 
little by little, we open them and set our 
senses of sight and hearing at keenest 
pitch. Even so, how handicapped are 
we compared with the wild creatures. 
A tiny voice becomes audible, then dies 
away, — entering for a moment the nar- 
row range of our coarse hearing, — and 

finishing its message of invitation or 
challenge in vibrations too fine for our 

Were we crouched by a dense yew 
hedge bordering an English country 
lane, a nightingale might delight us, — 
a melody of day, softened, adapted to 
the night. If the air about us was 
heavy with the scent of orange blos- 
soms of some covert in our own south- 
land, the glorious harmony of a mock- 
ingbird might surge through the gloom, 
— assuaging the ear as do the blossoms 
another sense. 

But sitting still in our own home tan- 
gle, let us listen, — listen. Our eyes have 
slipped the scales of our listless civil- 
ized life and pierce the darkness with 
the acuteness of our primeval fore- 
bears ; our ears tingle and strain. 

A slender tongue of sound arises 
from the bush before us. Again and 
again it comes, muffled but increasing 
in volume. A tiny ball of feathers is 
perched in the center of the tangle, w T ith 
its beak hidden in the deep, soft plum- 
age, but ever and anon the little body 
throbs and the song falls gently on the 
silence of the night : "I beseech you ! I 
beseech you ! I beseech you !" A Mary- 
land yellow-throat is asleep and singing 
in its dreams. 

As we look and listen, a shadowless 
something hovers overhead, and, look- 
ing upward, we see a gray screech owl 
silently hanging on beating wings. His 
sharp ears have caught the muffled 
song; his eyes search out the tangle, 
but the yellow throat is out of reach. 
The little hunter drifts away into the 
blackness, the song ends, and the sharp 
squeak of a mouse startles us. We rise 
slowly from our cramped position and 
quietly leave the mysteries of the night. 




Illustrated by the Author 

INNIE was an ordi- 
, nary hen — no partic- 
ular breed — just a 
plain hen. Not at all 
pretty, but possessed 
of intelligence rather 
above the average 
barnyard fowl. As a 
chicken she was de- 
serted by her mother and left to scratch 
for herself. 

My aunt, a maiden lady about forty- 
live years of age, brought the chick into 
the house on a cold rainy day and 
placed her in a small box under the 
kitchen stove, to dry out. At this time 
she was too young for us to be certain 
whether she was a hen or a rooster, but 
we named her Minnie and it turned out 
all right. 

She grew rapidly under the care of 
Aunt Martha, and it seemed but a short 
time till Minnie was a robust, healthy 
hen. But time didn't favor Minnie with 
good looks. Her feet became knotty 
and red, and many of her feathers grew 
bent and twisted in a way that sug- 
gested a number of cow-licks. Father 
said that Aunt Martha had left the 
chick too long under the hot stove and 
her feathers had warped. 

There was something about Minnie's 
unattractive appearance that appealed 
to Aunt Martha. Neither my aunt nor 
the hen could lay claim to any degree 
of beauty, and no doubt it was the 
"bond O'f sympathy" which made them 
such good friends. 

My aunt would sit in the cool shade 
of a large elm tree knitting and think- 
ing; thinking and knitting. She had 
done them both for so many years that 
they had become almost involuntary. 
She never thought of her knitting and 
the knitting never interfered with her 
thoughts. Now and then she would 
look up at her companion and sorrow- 
fully shake her head. 

"Poor Minnie, you are so homely. 
You have nothing to look forward to in 
this world. No one likes a homely 
woman — especially the men." Then 
she would sigh heavily, and listlessly 
return to her knitting. Minnie would 
vainly try to smooth her ruffled feath- 
ers, then seeing Aunt Martha's wrin- 
kled irregular features, doubly unat- 
tractive for the sadness they showed, 
would seem to. say, "Poor, poor Aunt 
Martha ; I know what ails her. She 
wants a home and family, and her 
chance, if ever she had one, is gone. 




We are both 'old hens' and we must aunt 
find solace in companionship." what 

Minnie was a devoted friend of Aunt seen 
Martha and would follow her about like so d 
a faithful dog. Every night be- - 
fore going to roost in the wine- 
sap apple tree she would come to 
my aunt and cluck persistently 
till Aunt Martha said, "Good 
night, Minnie." 

Minnie was glad to be with. 
Aunt Martha, but she was any- 
thing but a happy hen, and as 
time went on, became less atten- 
tive to her companion. She 
seemed to grow melancholy and 
sad. We often found her sitting 
on the wood pile, so deep in 
thought that she would barely 
look up at our salutations. Aunt 
Martha tried in every way to 
cheer her up, but she grew more 
and more thoughtful and down- 
cast, till at last she was content to 
go to her roost without her usual 
"Good night." Some one sug- 
gested that she might be ill. No 
■ — a sick hen is unmistakable. 
A veterinary may doubt the ill- 
ness of a horse, and it is not at 
all uncommon to hear a mother 
say, "I believe my child is sick," 

but every raiser of chickens 
know? a sick hen as far as he can 
see it. Minnie was not ill. The 
maternal instinct was asserting 
itself, and at last it crushed all 
other sentiments and we found 
her sitting on a nest of eggs. In 
her eye was a determined fierce- 
ness which expressed an un- 
shakable purpose. She had set- 
tled herself in the nest with the 
same firmness that the • stout 
boarding-house lady sits on your 
trunk till you pay up your ar- 
rears and make financial apologies 
for the water pitcher you broke. 

Minnie had invariably shown a 
preference for the companionship 
of the human race as against that 
of her own kind, but now, as we 
all stood about the nest and my 
reproachfully said, "Why, Minnie, 
are you doing?" it was plain to be 
that Minnie's love for us was not 
eep as we had made ourselves 



believe. She seemed to say, "You can 
all — -every one of you — go plumb to 
thunder. I'm going to set!'' 

"But, Minnie, " began my aunt. 

She stopped ! Those determined 
eyes ! It was too late to argue. Aunt 

Martha gazed at her long and silently. 
A tear slipped into her eye, hesitated a 
moment, and slid down her furrowed 
cheek. She turned slowly away. 

"Minnie's just a woman," she said 
brokenly, "and I don't blame her a bit/' 



UR camp on the Frio 
River could not have 
been better located. 
It was situated on 
rising ground amid 
the live oaks that 
fringed the banks of 
the river. The shade, 
drainage, etc., thus afforded was per- 
fect, and game plentiful enough to 
suit the most avaricious; in fact, our 
larder being full we had let up on the 
deer, turkey and quail. Doc and Mick- 
ey had taken to fishing; Charlie was 
away to the foot-hills for foxes, while 
I busied myself with overhauling our 
armament and doing other camp duties. 
One day while thus engaged, Charlie 
raced into camp with his eyes almost 
starting from their sockets, saying: 
"Mac, I seen a panther." "Where?" I 
asked. "Over in those foot-hills." "Did 
you take a shot at him ?" "You bet 
not. I would not trust this 32-20 — don't 
shoot strong enough. Say, you take 
the Krag, I'll take the Springfield, and 
we will go after him right away." 
"Done," said I, "but wait — let us take 
something to eat." While stuffing two 
haversacks with corn-pone, cold quail 
and bacon, Doc and Mickey arrived 
in camp with a nice string of fish, and 
to them Charlie related his experience. 
"Well," said Mickey, "it's useless for 
you to go after him now. Why don't 
you wait until dark and bait him." 

"Bait him?" 1 asked. "What do you 
mean?" "Why, just take some meat 
and stake it out near where you saw 
him, then get under cover and wait 
until he comes." "A good idea," said 
I, "but where will we get the bait?" 
"That's easy," said Mickey. "Over in 
yon hollow is the ribs of the last two 
deer we killed, provided the coyotes 
have not been around. Take these and 
stake 'em out securely, as I told you." 

Off we went for the hollow, with- 
out noticing the mischievous twinkle 
in Mickey's eye. And, sure enough, the 
ribs were there 2 but smelling fearfully 
strong. However, our hunting fever 
overcame this, and to tie them up and 
drag them out of the hollow was the 
work of a few minutes. 

An hour before sundown we started, 
and had trudged but a short distance 
when our bait became very oppressive, 
causing us to relieve each other fre- 
quently in carrying the load. On the 
way we jumped three deer shortly after 
leaving camp, and further on walked 
plump into a bunch of wild turkeys 
seeking roost, and the noise of their 
taking flight made me think that every 
tree in the thicket was falling down. 
We carefully refrained from taking a 
shot, as we were very near the panther's 
lair. The night was well on when we 
reached the place, and after depositing 
our bait on a little plateau we crossed a 
gully and took cover about eighty yards 



away. Patiently wc waited in the dim 
moonlight for our quarry, but he came 
not. An hour passed, and we became 
uneasy through the constant vigil. A 
pull from the dram flask encouraged us 
somewhat and we waited on. Finally 
we gave up hope of getting the panther 
that night and sorrowfully made our 
way back to camp. The fire was blaz- 
ing brightly as we approached camp, 
revealing several forms seated around, 
which betokened visitors. On entering 
the circle of light the horse-laughs that 
greeted us were long and loud. The 
visitors proved to be Mr. B., who owned 
the nearest ranch, and his two sons. 
Noticing my crestfallen appearance, 
Mr. B. took me in hand and gave me 
an insight of a panther's habits. Said 
he : A panther prefers to be his own 
butcher, for he is very fond of fresh 
blood. If he eats the meat it is general- 
ly the saddle — no tough parts for him. 
Now, I'll tell you what I will do There 
is a lively young billygoat at the ranch 
which I will send you to-morrow morn- 
ing. Stake him out in the vicinity of 
where you saw the panther, and if one 
is in the neighborhood the kid will draw 

This proposition struck me immense- 
ly, as it did all our party, and I imme- 
diately mixed a toddy for all around, 
which we drank to the success of the 
new scheme, and then our visitors de- 
parted. On retiring that night Mickey 
was lulled to sleep by words from us 
that I am sure he never heard in his 
childhood days on similar occasions. 

Next morning along came a Mexican 
from the ranch with the goat, and a 
very frisky little fellow he was. He 
soon chased our dogs out of camp and 
proceeded to make himself generally 
disagreeable. Mickey happened to be 
engaged in scrubbing some pots in a 
stooping position, and the goat, seeing 
an opportunity, collided with him so 
violently that he remembered the inci- 
dent many days afterward every time 
he sat down. It took our combined ef- 
forts to keep Mickey, who was mad 
clear through, from killing the goat 

right there. Along in the afternoon the 
B. boys came into camp with their 
Winchesters, and shortly before dark 
our party started out with the goat. We 
made much better time this night, and 
it was not long before Billy unwillingly 
took his position as decoy and we re- 
tired to cover. We had waited, per- 
haps, half an hour with no sign of our 
prey when, of a sudden, Billy began to 
bleat loudly and tugged at his rope vio- 
lently. A cloud obscured the moon, 
shutting out Billy from view, but I 
knew that something was about to hap- 
pen, for I felt my old enemy, the buck 
fever, creeping on me. In a few mo- 
ments the cloud passed and the moon 
again shone brightly, revealing to my 
benumbed senses a long yellow body 
crawling almost on his belly, his tail 
moving slowly from side to side, his 
eyes blazing like a cat's, and heading 
straight for the goat. Suddenly a shot 
rang out on my left ; then an irregular 
volley, my contribution being given with 
both eyes firmly closed. When the 
smoke cleared away there, with his 
youthful whisker pointing straight to 
the moon, was poor Billy giving his last 
kicks, while away toward the open prai- 
rie a yellow streak marked the course 
of the frightened panther putting yards 
of territory behind him at every bound. 
It would indeed be a hard matter to pic- 
ture the countenances as we stood 
around, ready to blame each other for 
the bungling. A post-mortem was held 
over the goat, and it revealed the fact 
that deceased came to his death by a 40- 
82 bullet fired from a model 1886 Win- 
chester rifle, and all eyes were imme- 
diately turned on Mickey, who handled 
that rifle. He stoutly denied deliber- 
ately killing, but a knowledge of his be- 
ing a sharpshooter in the U. S. Army 
for many years, coupled with the inci- 
dent of the morning, made the crime a 
first degree one, and a hasty assembled 
court-martial sentenced him to give the 
goat a decent burial and do camp chores 
for the remainder of the hunt. Both 
were faithfully executed, and even now, 
should any huntsman or traveler happen 


by where the San Miguel empties into was a party of poor shots. As a mat- 

the Frio, he will see a small mound stir- ter of fact some really wonderful deer 

mounted by a board, on which is in- and turkey hunting was done, but, to 

scribed an epitaph as given further on. my mind, the most readable hunting 

The reader may imagine that ours yarns are those of the comedy order.' 


Here lies 

William Goat 

A Sacrifice to Poor Aim 

December 27, 1895 



No signboards show which road to take 

To reach its ever-peaceful skies ; 
Each one must his own journey make 

To find where Arden Forest lies. 

For who can tell how far to go, 

There is no book from which to learn; 

One may stop here or there, and lo ! 
It's gates are just beyond the turn. 

The path that leads on straight ahead 
May take one farther from the goal ; 

And this one which so many tread 
May still perplex and vex the soul. 

What route to take no one can say, 
'Tis found on neither may nor chart; 

Only the joyous find the way, 
Only the kind and light of heart. 



1EFORE many weeks 
have passed those 
who are fond of 
bathing and swim- 
ming will seek the 
sea, or bay shore, 
in pursuit of their 
favorite pastime. 

Probably few 
swimmers, even of 
limited experience, 
have failed to become acquainted with 
the sea-netttle or jelly-fish, in a way 
to make them ever remember it. 

The common jelly-fish with a mush- 
room-like body, from the under part of 
which extend long streamers or -tenta- 
cles, appears in great numbers on our 
coasts and bay shores about August. It 
is then that the swimmer's pastime is 
turned into pain, if he happens to come 
in contact with one or more of these 
harmless looking Medusae. 

It is practically impossible for a 
swimmer to detect these scourges of the 
sea, especially in rough water, as most 
swimmers hold the head well into the 
water. In using the "breast stroke," 
however, they may be occasionally ob- 
served in time to avoid them. 
. A breeze from the sea or bay usually 
blows them shoreward, and at such 
times the bather does well to remain 
out of the water, for this is in truth an 
"ill wind'' which, in this case, as many 
can testify, certainly blows "no good." 
At low tide I have often seen several 
jelly-fish, some with bodies as large 
around as a breakfast plate, sLanded 
between the stones, and left by the tide 
to dry up in the sun, along the Narra- 
gansett shores. 

Only the long streamers or tenacles 
are venomous, and one may take them 
carefully with the hand as they float 

aimlessly about a boat or raft, and 
throw them upon the beach. 

A favorite swimming locality I have 
often helped clear in this way. 

A bathing suit protects one from the 
sting, but when a bare portion of the 
skin comes in contact with the slimy 
streamers, there is instantly felt a sharp 
burning sensation, which rapidly in- 
creases in severity, becoming inflamed, 
and feels like a burn from a lamp for 
from four to six hours or longer. 

On reading that the juice of a lemon 
was the best remedy for these stings, 
and if rubbed on very soon after con- 
tact w r ould alleviate the pain, I brought a 
lemon down to the shore, placing it on 
a conspicuous, large rock, where I could 
apply it quickly. 

I had a chance to judge of its efficacy 
very shortly, as I hadn't swum one hun- 
dred feet before a jelly-fish's tentacles 
partly wound around my wrist. Rapid 
strokes were made shoreward and the 
remedy applied, but the pain was in no 
way relieved, so no lemon was brought 
to the shore for that purpose again. 

The inflammation and pain became 
so intense that later at dinner I had to 
leave the table soon after being seated, 
and retire to "scratch" and rub the 
burning wrist and forearm. 

A lady kindly handed me a little bot- 
tle of camphor, which seemed to help 
matters, then some alcohol was added 
to make more liniment, and I was 
greatly rejoiced to have the pain leave 

So a mixture of camphor and alcohol 
ever after was my remedy, and it never 
failed to relieve instantly. 

The proportions which were used I 
cannot tell, but probably about equal 

A doctor who saw such immediate 




results and heard of the simple remedy 
said, "It would be interesting to know 
just what chemical or other changes 
took place there, to instantly arrest all 
pain from so serious an inflammation." 
What the unhappy victim would un- 


dergo who was unfortunate enough to 
swim, or dive, without a bathing suit 
on, into a school of large jelly-fish, I do 
not know, but I think it would take 
careful hospital treatment to bring him 
around again. 

The largest and most celebrated of 
these terrors of the sea is the Portu- 
guese man-of-war. 

This beautiful but most formidable 
species is found in all tropical seas, and 
never fails to attract the attention of 
anyone who observes it for the first 
time, as it is brilliantly colored in blue, 
yellow and pink. 

The general shape of these remark- 
able creatures is a bubble-like envelope 
filled with air, upon which is a crest, 
and from the under part of which hang 
a number of long tentacles. 

These tentacles are formidably armed 
with a venomous secretion containing 
microscopic, stinging cells or nemato- 
cysts, (from two Greek words, mean- 
ing thread and bag-cell.) The common 
jelly-fish, or sea-nettles, have these cells 
also, but those of the Portuguese man- 
of-war are much more formidable and 
somewhat different in general shape. 
The office and structure of these cells, 
or nematocysts, is very peculiar and in- 

' In structure a nematocyst is a little 
cell or capsule, one end of which is 
drawn out into' a long tube. This 
thread-like tube is inverted into the 
body of the cell as a glove finger may 
be pushed backwards into the glove 
palm. Connected with the cell is a hair- 


like structure called the "cuidocil," and 
when this is touched the nematocyst 
"explodes," or, in other words, the little 
thread is forced out, as you would blow 
out an inverted glove finger from the 
hand cavity. The fluid contents of the 
cell is carried out with it, which in its 



physiologic action is much ] 
acid, being sufficient to kill 
mals and to paralyze larger 

A glance at the illustra- 
tion will show how this 
little thread-like tube is 
placed in the cell, and in 
the "exploded" one how it 
appears when thrust out. 

From their structure 
they are also known as 
thread - cells, nettle - cells 
and lasso-cells, and when 
once "exploded" cannot 
be used again. 

They are found mostly 
in the tentacles and some 
varieties are provided 
with barbed hooks or back- 
ward-pointing thorns like 
fish hooks. 

ike formic The appendages, which arc feeding 

small ani- mouths, float along back of these ani- 
ones. mals at times, and again arc found 

hanging below depending 
on the wind or current. 

I heard of a sailor who 
possessed little enough 
discretion, not looking be- 
fore leaping, who dove 
right into an immense 
Portuguese man - of - war 
from the yardarm of a 
ship, in the Gulf of Mex- 
ico. He was taken to the 
hospital where several 
months were spent in 
fever and suffering before 

We will hope sense 
a nematocyst enough was left to prevent 

(Charged and exploded.) his repeating the "stunt." 



I wish to go, dear, dimpled maid, 

This pleasant afternoon, 
Where your little feet have strayed 

Through all your sunny June; 
Take my hand and clasp it close, 

My promise true receive — 
I'll never show the way you go. 

To the "Land of Make-Believe." 

Through pleasant lanes where heartsease grow, 

And buds of promise bloom, 
Where cheering springs of comfort flow, 

Soft winds waft sweet perfume; 
And there fond old-time hopes long dead, 

Old friends I held most dear 
. Old joys that all too quickly fled, 

Old songs I fain would hear — 
Shall come and bide with us awhile, 

Our hearts with rapture fill, 
And tears forgot, we'll keep the smile, 

When down the western hill 
The golden sun has hid his face, 

And we for home must leave, 
Forever holding fast the grace 

Of the "Land of Make-Believe." 

And some blest day our Father's hand 

May lead both me and you 
Adown a golden sunlit land, 

Where "Make-Believes" come true. 



I WENT into the Aclirondacks this 
summer to hunt and to fish. We 
were not far from Mount Marcy and, 
one day while camping in the woods 
at its base, I was left alone in the 
shanty. The others were fishing, but 
I had preferred to keep quiet, having 
made a long tramp the previous evening. 

The woods were 
beautiful, and I en- 
joyed remaining 
near the shanty all 
the forenoon, and 
all the afternoon, 
until about four 
o'clock. At that 
hour, the mosqui- 
toes, who had 
bothered me but 
little during the 
day, seemed deter- 
mined to devour 
me. Their singing 
was loud and 
threatening, and 
their bills seemed 
sharper than ever 

I threw damp 
leaves on the fire, 
to make what is 
called in that re- 
gion a "smudge." 
I put oil of penny- 
royal on my face 
and hands; I 
rubbed my bites 
with various reme- 
dies ; but, do what 
I might, I could 
not stand their at- 
tacks. . . . . I could not 

I rose and started for a small stream 
£hat was near ; but the clouds of sing- 
ing lancets were thicker than ever. I 
turned to regain the camp, and their 
attacks ceased at once ! 

'This is strange," I said ; "I seem to 
have found a place that is free from 
the grievous little torments." 

But I halted as 
I said this, and the 
onslaught was at 
once renewed. I 
went again toward 
the camp ; and 
again I was left in 

"Ah !" I ex- 
claimed, "you 
mean to remain in 
the camp" ; and I 
made all haste to 
reach the shanty. 
While walking to- 
ward it, I was not 
bitten ; reaching 
the fire, the charge 
upon me was re- 
sumed, all the little 
creatures singing 
and stabbing with 
the fury of Zulus. 
"There is surely 
some method in 
their campaign," I 
muttered ; "an d 
they seem to leave 
me in peace only 
when I do as they 
please. Very well ; 
I will let them 
have their way. It 
stand their attacks J s like playing 'hot 




and cold,' only I am bitten when I go 
wrong. Let's see what they want." 
So saying, I rose and tried the dif- 
ferent points of the compass. A few 
minutes showed that I was charged up- 
on whenever I tried to go anywhere 
except toward Mount 
Marcy. Having 
made sure of this, I 
walked briskly up the 
side of the mountain, 
and during my prog- 
ress was not molest- 
ed. Once or twice I 
tested the question by 
attempting to turn 
about or to remain 
still. In every case 
there could be no 
doubt that I was be- 
ing driven up the 

"It is most re- 
markable," I said to 
myself ; "but these 
little fellows have 
made up their minds 
to climb this moun- 
tain. I have heard 
of dogs bringing aid 
to lost travelers, and 
even of cats that 
have shown the same 
intelligence ; but it 
isn't likely that mos- 
quitoes would try to 
rescue lost children 
or travelers." Then 
a sudden thought 
came to me : "Per- 
haps they have a 
grand banquet u p 
the hill, and I am be- 
ing driven there to be 
remorselessly devoured alive." 

As this notion came into my head, 
I stopped suddenly. At once a dozen 
of the creatures dashed upon me ; and, 
to my wonder, I saw they were much 
larger than they had been, being near- 
ly an inch long. They were not moose- 
flies, which I knew very well, but plain 
mosquitoes. To prevent unpleasant re- 

sults, I resumed my journey uphill; 
whereupon the dozen big fellows re- 
sumed their stations, six on a side, 
not far from my head. 

When I had gone a rod or two far- 
ther, these big fellows were 1 elieved 
by others still larger; 
and you may believe 
that I didn't care 
to pause again. 
After a few more 
rods, the size of 
these escorting 
guards again in- 
creased ; and so it 
kept on until I had 
reached the top of 
the mountain, and the 
mosquitoes had be- 
come as large a s 
good-sized hawks. 

When I was at the 
top I came to a halt. 
"Where now?" I 
asked my captors. At 
once a distinguished- 
looking mosquito flew 
toward me, saluted 
me by raising his 
foreleg politely and 
sang out : 

"You will be seat- 
ed please, until her 
Majesty arrives. You 
will not be molested 
so long as you remain 
quiet, but we have 
orders to attack you 
at the first attempt to 

" I understand," 
I replied, trying to 
keep cool. 

The Captain re- 
turned to her station, and we conversed 
no more. I was too amazed to talk. 
When I had started to climb the moun- 
tain, it was a mere fantastic idea of 
mine that led me to humor the mos- 
quitoes. I had not really believed they 
were trying to influence my actions ; 
and yet by that foolish yielding to my 
fancy I was now fairly in their power. 

Thicker than ever 



I saw the queen smile 

"So I am to be sacrificed to those 
bloodthirsty creatures," I reflected, 
"kept as a dainty morsel for their 
queen ! But I shall not die without a 
struggle !" and I thrust my hand into 
the pocket of my blouse, where I car- 
ried my hunting-knife. 

As I gloomily considered my prob- 
able fate, I glanced at my guards, and 
noticed that they seemed agitated. 
Their eyes were turned upward, and 
they acted as if about to launch them- 
selves into the air. I looked upward, 
and saw an enormous but very grace- 
ful mosquito hovering above me. While 
wondering whether this was "Her 
Majesty," my doubts were set at rest 
by hearing the following chorus from 
my guards : 

Wave every gauzy wing! 

Ye Amazons, now sing! 
Dashing through the air, 
At once, from everywhere, 

Singing softly, singing loud, 

Dancing in a mazy cloud ; 

Poising, rising, sly and fleet, 
Rainbow wings and feather feet. 

All hail our Queen ! 

She comes scarce seen ! 

With busy, buzzing wing, 
Ye Amazons, now sing! 

Tantalize the foe, 

Piercing as we go, 

Slyly sipping — oh, how sweet! — 

Swiftly advancing, sharp retreat, 
Teasing with our mocking song, 
Stealing nectar, drowsing long. 

She comes, our Queen! 

With lance so keen ! 

When the song was ended, the Queen 
descended, singing softly to herself and 
bowing graciously to her subjects. She 
alighted gracefully upon a little ledge 
of rock within a few feet of my face 
and eyed me sharply. 

I grasped my hunting-knife, pre- 
pared for the worst, but did not yet 
draw it from my pocket. As my fingers 
closed upon the weapon, I thought I 


saw the Queen smile ; at least, I noticed race, considering how small they were." 

that her beak expanded into its various "For I have never seen any of the 

lancets and saws. largest varieties," I went on, "until 

"Foolish animal !" said Her Majesty, Your Majesty granted me this inter- 

"do you imagine your feeble weapons view." 

would be of use against us — a chosen "Naturally not," she agreed. "You 
body of Amazon warriors ? We are see, we do not attack mankind ; because 
the nobility of Mosquito-land, the a single bite from one of us would be 
largest and fiercest and bravest of our fatal. Our ancestors pursued the mas- 
race. Even across the long river there todon, the mammoth, the megalosaurus 
are none to compare with us ! Why, and other enormous creatures of ancient 
were we to attack you, all would be times. Nowadays we are compelled to 
over in a wing-wave !" attack moose and elk, with an occasional 

I made no answer, but as I looked whale or walrus when in the north, 
around upon my captors, I could not But we do not care to exterminate man- 
doubt that she spoke the truth. kind, and therefore leave them to our 

"But gaze upon us," continued the smaller sisters." 

Queen, "and you will have no fear. I expressed my gratitude and admir- 

We have dined." ation, for I was willing — even anxious 

And, indeed, when I looked at the — to be agreeable. But I think that 

Queen and her courtiers I saw that Her Majesty perceived that I was not 

they were well nourished and well filled much interested by the history of her 

out. race. At all events, she abruptly 

"What, then," I asked the Queen, changed the subject. Flying a little 

my courage rising, "is your purpose nearer to me, she asked : 

in having me driven here?" "Are you willing to hold a short dis- 

"My purpose," Her Majesty replied, cussion with me?" 

"is to plead the cause of my race. It "Certainly," I replied, 

has come to my royal antennae that "And to lay aside all reserve — an- 

you animals upon whom we prey, and swering me freely, as man to mos- 

whom we besiege in your cotton fast- quito?" 

nesses — that you other creatures called "Yes, indeed." 

men presume to ask why we were "Very well.. Now, speaking frankly, 

created. You say continually, 'What why do you think the mosquitoes a 

in the world were mosquitoes made useless race?" 

for?' or, '1 don't see what good mos- "Because," I replied, after a moment's 
quitoes are !' Why, I have even heard thought, "they are universally recog- 
the remark made myself, when I was nized as a pest and a nuisance to man- 
browsing upon some plump creature of kind." 

your kind. No doubt you have said "To mankind!" repeated the Queen, 

similar things yourself ?" — and she gave "Yes, that is just it. In your narrow- 

me a piercing glance. minded way, you judge everything by 

I did not attempt a denial. its use to yourselves. If a poor, fam- 

"Yes, your Royal Highness," I ished and despairing mosquito alights 

answered, "like others of my race, I upon your hand, how do you welcome 

have certainly said such things." her? Do you say, 'Yes, little creature, 

"Spoken like a mosquito !" responded I know that you are in want, and you 

the Queen approvingly, adding, with a are welcome to regale yourself with 

smile, "and that will seem compliment- the tiny bit of food that will make you 

ary even to a man, for I do not think happy ?' No ! With diabolical deliber- 

you deny our bravery." ation you raise an enormous hand, and 

I eagerly assured her that I had al- try to smash the poor little thing ! And 

ways marveled at the boldness of her if it escapes* the agility of the victim, 



not the mercy of the executioner, is 
the reason !" 

"But every man has a right to de- 
fend himself," I argued. 

"Do you grant the same right to 
other animals? Here you are, hunting 
in the Adirondacks. Suppose you pur- 
sue a buck, and it tries to gore you with 
its horns — do you say, 'It is no more 
than the poor creature's right?' Not 
at all. You are wild with rage, and you 
talk about the 'brute making a fero- 
cious attack upon the hunter.' And I 
have heard of Texas cattle escaping in 
your cities and trying to defend them- 
selves from the butchers. What happens 
then? Every man and boy unites to 
slay the poor creature. Is that fairness 
or justice? Suppose we mosquitoes 
should form a league of defense, and 
agree to slay any man who raised a 
hand to pulverize one of our race ? How 
would you regard that?" 

"I shouldn't like it," I answered 
frankly. "But you are not arguing fair- 
ly. It all comes to this : Was the world 
made for men or for other animals—- 
mosquitoes, for instance ? Now, we men 
believe it was made for us." 

"Very good," replied the Queen. 
"And we mosquitoes do not agree with 
you. We find ourselves created with 
every facility for preying upon 

"You don't mean to say that you 
think mosquitoes superior to men?" I 
asked with a smile. 

"Indeed we do," she answered very 
seriously ; "and for excellent reasons. 
Let us consider the matter calmly. I 
do not deny that men have shown them- 
selves a very clever race. But if they 
have thrived upon the earth, it is be- 
cause of their shrewdness, not because 
they are well fitted for the planet. Con- 
sider yourself, for example. You come 
into these mountains. First, you must 
be wrapped in layers of cloth stolen 
from sheep. Then you shelter your- 
selves beneath the bodies of slain 
trees. You cast limbs of trees into the 
fire to keep your own limbs warm. You 
cheat the fish by a slain' worm, killing 

two creatures to support one. You 
carry a gun and a knife, and other 
things made from material in the crust 
of the earth. You live by the death 
of other animals, or by destroying parts 
of the earth itself. Now, as a contrast, 
consider the life of a well-bred mos- 
quito. It can live anywhere. It needs 
no shelter, no clothing, no fire or fuel. 
It ranges over all the earth, from the 
fiery tropics to the frozen north. It 
is at home on earth, in the air, 
and, during its infancy, in the water. 
When necessary, it can live upon a 
little vegetable juice. If it attacks men 
or other animals, it comes boldly for- 
ward singing a song of war, and asking 
no quarter." 

"That is all very well," I said; "but 
you do attack men." 

"Attack them? Of course we do," 
the mosquito admitted. "That brings 
me to the next part of my argument. 
We claim that men are our natural food. 
Other animals are more or less pro- 
tected by nature ; but man is left open 
to our attacks." 

"How about mosquito-netting?" I 
asked, a little maliciously. 

"Nettings !" exclaimed the Queen 
scornfully, " — did you ever pass a night 
in summer without being bitten at least 
once r 

"No," I admitted; "I don't think I 
ever did." 

"You seem to think," the Queen said, 
laughing, "that we attack mankind just 
as it may happen. On the contrary, it 
is all systematized. Each man is as- 
signed to just so many mosquitoes, and 
no well-conducted member of our race 
will attack the victim of another." 

"But some men are not bitten," I 

"True," she admitted; "but that 
comes from a difference in taste. Some 
of your species are not worth the risk 
— for there is some risk, of course." 

"Yes," I said, with considerable satis- 
faction ; "we do kill a good many of 

"And do we kill you?" asked the 
Queen severely. "You, at worst, suffer 



a little pain. We risk our lives in at- 
tacking you." 

"But why do you sting so?" I 

"Short-sighted creature!" the Queen 
exclaimed. "You do not appreciate our 
mercy. First we warn you by a war- 
song. Then we let you know where you 
are attacked. Then we leave a reminder 
so that you may apply the needed reme- 
dies. And yet you complain ! Would 
it please you better if we stole your 
life-blood secretly?" 

"No; I can't say it would be an im- 
provement," I was forced to admit. 

"Now," the Queen went on triumph- 
antly, "I don't see what there is left for 
you to say. We larger mosquitoes, in 
our mercy for your race, leave you in 
peace to our smaller sisters. We do not 
care to slay you. In your clumsy way, 
we are willing you should remain on 
earth, trying to preserve your existence 
against cold and hunger, and enemies. 
But I have held this conversation with 

you so that you might understand how 
we regard you. 

"We are tired of hearing ourselves re- 
ferred to as useless pests — as merely 
enemies to mankind. Why, — except at 
meal-times, we never think of men." 

"But you attack us at all hours," I 

"Well," she answered, smiling, "it is 
always meal-time for some of us. 

"And so, — farewell. But, when you 
return to your fellows, let them know 
how affairs seem to our race. You men 
are too much wrapped up in your own 
affairs. Once more — farewell !" 

So saying, the Queen and her attend- 
ants took to -flight, leaving me alone up- 
on the mountain-top. It was so late, 
that I was compelled to spend the night 
there. But I was not molested by mos- 
quitoes during the night, and in the 
morning I returned to camp. 

In accordance with the Queen's re- 
quest, I have recorded my interview 
with her. 



The sunlit river narrowing, crushed between 
Dark walls of granite, longs for valleys green; 
So Genius feels harsh laws of Custom bind, 
And yearns for freedom to express the mind. 

NLY the belated tour- 
ist, or one who lin- 
gers long after the 
tide of travel has 
set Northward, can 
hope to experience 
the excitements of a 
turtle hunt on the 
coast of Florida. March and April with 
their balmy airs and glorious sunshine 
which remind one that even in the 
Northland the chains of winter are 
loosened, are too early for the logger- 
head to appear. But with the first 
moon-lit nights of May, if you happen 
to be in an East coast settlement you 
will probably hear much of loggerheads, 
turtle eggs, and perhaps of bears ; for 
it is during this month that the female 
loggerhead turtle (Thalassochelys car- 
retta) comes up, like Neptune out of the 
sea, and seeks the sandy beach where 
she may deposit her eggs, leaving them 
to be hatched out by the hot rays of the 
summer sun. Coming ashore at night, 
and with wonderful instinct, digging 
with her flippers a hole of some two 
feet in depth and so round and smooth 
that it might have been fashioned by 
the hand of man, she leaves her possi- 
ble offspring to the tender mercies of 
two enemies — man, who seeks her eggs 
as well as her flesh, and the bear to 
whom the discovery of her nest assures 
a toothsome repast which is only * to be 
had at one season of the year. 

To the inhabitants of this country the 
annual turtling season partakes much 
of the picnic flavor. It comes at the 
end of winter, which is the period of 
hard work ; all hands have been busy 
with the various tasks connected with 
the gathering and shipment of the 
orange crop ; the early vegetables have 
been marketed in the North ; and sum- 
mer, the time of comparative leisure, is 
at hand. The sail to the beach, the 
camping out on the sands, the plunge 
in the surf, together with the excite- 
ments of the hunt are all to be looked 
forward to, and long to be remembered. 

It was for the purpose of entering 
into this sport that I had remained 
South later than usual and had waited 
with some impatience for the coming of 
the full moon which would complete 
the favorable conditions. 

The day finally came when my old 
friend Bill Carter imparted to me the 
information that he believed it would 
be a good night for "turtlin'." 

Bill's opinion on this, or on any other 
subject relating to Florida, I had long 
since learned to value, for I had been 
taught by a host of experiences that he 
was just the man to have along on such 
an expedition. Long of limb, and large 
of bone, his muscles were hardened by 
constant use even to the degree neces- 
sary for turning loggerheads with ease. 
I had counted on his assistance and, of 
course, accepted it gladly. 



Our plan was to sail over to the seldom seen except by sailors at sea or 

beach and wait till moonrise. We would dwellers of some warm coast-country, 

spend the first hours of the night in The strangeness of our prey and the un- 

hunting, then camp out on the sand, re- usual environment of the quest acted as 

turning next day. Loggerheads should spurs to my curiosity, 

be abroad and we hoped to get one or Coming to anchor a few miles from 

more of them, but we were also going shore, we transferred our belongings 

to provide against the possible chance to the small boat and landed at the trail 

gf meeting, as often happens, a bear leading through the scrub. After climb- 

who might be there with predatory de- ing the gentle ascent, we found our- 

signs against turtle eggs. selves at the top of the sand cliff which 

It only required a short time to com- overlooks the Atlantic and which is 
plete the simple preparations necessary, characteristic of almost the entire east- 
Luncheons were made ready and car- ern coast of Florida, 
ried to the boat ; a supply of blankets As far north and as far south as the 
for bedding, and cheese-cloth to serve eye could reach the broad hard beach 
as canopies to protect us from insects extended in wild and monotonous lone- 
was included, and to assist us in locat- liness. No vessels were in sight, for 
ing nests we took a couple of iron rods ships rarely approach this treacherous 
which were to be thrust into the sand coast. The breakers advancing in end- 
\\ s here we found evidences of its having less procession discharged their batter- 
been recently disturbed. These last en- ies of muffled thunder. Far in the dis- 
able one to detect the presence of the tance the scene was veiled by flying 
eggs. mist, and to add nature's last touch, a 

The sun was approaching the West half dozen pelicans with distended 
and the afternoon more than half spent pouches were solemnly flying in single 
when we hoisted sail, and heading due file over the breaking surf to their roost- 
East, were speeding towards the beach, ing place some twenty miles to the 
Before us stretched the shining waters southward. 

of the Banana river and on the oppo- The making of camp was the sim- 

site side about three miles distant we plest matter imaginable. Blankets were 

could see the low line which marked laid upon the dry sand close under the 

the narrow bulwark of sand between cliff, and over them were hung on four 

the river and the Atlantic. As we ap- sticks driven into the sand our netting 

proached the land, the few palmetto of cheese-cloth. There was no fear of 

palms growing on the bank stood out mosquitoes or sand-flies while the wind 

in sharp silhouette against the Eastern held even a half point off shore, but let 

sky, which already reflected the glories it veer a little to landward, or die down, 

of the setting sun. The scrubby man- and we were sure to receive more atten- 

groves and the glossy leaves of the sea- tion from them than would be desirable, 

grape became golden and then purple. Supper disposed of, we waited for the 

Bill, with hand on the tiller, was evi- rising of the moon while the wind blew 

dently enjoying the prospect of giving softly in our faces, sending the smoke 

me a new experience. from our pipes in swirling clouds to 

Turtling was about the only form, of leeward, Cape Canavaral light w 7 as al- 

Florida sport that we had not enjoyed ready shining brightly in the North, 

together. At one time or another we The twilight passed quickly. Night 

had hunted about everything in the way succeeded day with the swiftness pecu- 

of game that the country afforded and liar to the tropics. The squak of a 

had fished the waters of various parts night-bird or the quick rustic of some 

of the state. Now we were after the small animal in the brush could occa- 

largest of sea turtles, great creatures sionally be heard. 


Soon the moon appeared on the east- Bill, "and don't move. Wait till she 

ern horizon, first as a glow of light, lays her eggs." 

then slowly lifting its rim above the Legs and arms began to ache and an 

water and sky line, until it shone like a hour dragged by, while we crouched 

great molten mass in semi-tropical bril- miserably on the damp sand, before a 

liance. movement on her part showed that she 

Bill arose to his feet, and, casting a had begun to cover her eggs and was 

keen glance up and down the beach, in- preparing to return to the water. Care- 

dicated that it was time to go. "Looks fully and dexterously, considering that 

like we ought to get something," he her flippers were her only tools, the 

muttered, stooping to pick up his gun, ponderous monster replaced the sand, 

and then following his lead, I started and began to move toward the sea. 

down the coast. It is not easy, without some previous 

Hunting loggerheads involves a vast practice, to grapple the underside of the 
amount of walking. Together we shell of a turtle weighing something 
trudged along, keeping a sharp lookout like a thousand pounds, being very care- 
well ahead for any object either mov- ful to avoid her sharp flippers, and her 
ing or stationary, which on nearer ap- still more formidable jaws, and then, 
proach might prove to be a turtle. Un- -with a quick movement, throw her over 
trained eyes are easily deceived in the on her back, where she lies helpless, 
uncertain moonlight by what after- Bravely she struggles to escape her pur- 
wards on closer scrutiny turns out to be suers and fiercely her jaws snap in her 
only bunches of seaweed or driftwood, efforts to bite her captors. Woe to the 
Not a living thing was in sight. We man who gets within their reach. There 
only felt the steady night wind carry- was no time for hesitation ; we must 
ing with it the moisture and brine oi catch her before she got too close to the 
the ocean, and heard the gentle crunch- water. 

ing of the wet sand under our feet. I had reached the turtle before Bill 

After covering about three miles to the and scarcely knew how I was to ac- 

southward and having seen nothing, we complish the task of turning over -her 

retraced our steps and proceeded with huge bulk. Theories were now put to 

even greater caution toward our start- flight. Stern reality started me in the 

ing place. We began to think that we fact. It was clear that it was to be a 

were too early and that, after all, it hand-to-hand encounter — a wrestling 

would probably be better to give it up match between a turtle and a man, with 

till later, when a sudden whispered Bill in the background as umpire., Her 

warning from Bill dismissed all regrets, quickness of movement, now that she 

A hundred yards ahead, where a was alarmed, surprised me. Her- neck 

breaker was just receding, appeared a at close quarters seemed fearfully long 

huge dark form. Hastily going down and flexible. I just escaped her sharp 

on all fours we watched it eagerly. Its jaws in my first effort to grasp her; 

great horny head protruded from its then she had gotten beyond my reach 

shell, the scales of which glistened in and I was after her with every nerve 

the moonlight. Freed from the water tingling. Coming up to her again,- I 

and finding itself in a new element, the succeeded in grasping her shell midway 

great turtle began to crawl laboriously between her two right flippers and rais- 

towards dry ground. In spite of its ing her enough to check her progress, 

awkward movements it traveled with Her flippers flew like windmills. Bill 

considerable alacrity and was speedily had tripped over a piece of wreckage 

beyond the reach of the breakers, and half buried in the sand, and there he lay 

made its way toward the cliff. sprawling just when I most needed 

"Don't make a sound," whispered him. "Hold on to her," he shouted. 



The barnacles on her shell were cutting 
my hands, her weight seemed to in- 
crease with every passing second, my 
back was breaking, and her struggles 
were most disconcerting. "Hurry, Bill, 
or I shall have to drop her," I called. 
At the last moment, when \ couldn't 
have held on another instant, he ar- 
rived. Our united efforts were neces- 
sary to turn her, and surely I could 
never have done it alone, although I 
suspected my companion had lagged be- 
hind in order that I might have all the 

There lay our captive helpless to es- 
cape. We threw ourselves down quite 
exhausted from our efforts, and watched 
her toss great showers of sand in the 
air in vain attempts to regain her natu- 
ral position. After a short rest we again 
followed the coast in the direction of 
our camp. We were not lucky enough 
to get another that night, nor did we on 
this occasion see any bear signs. 

Camp was a welcome sight as we ap- 
proached it in the moon's waning light. 
Sleep came quickly and when I awoke 
under my canopy of cheese-cloth the 
next morning the sun had risen and 
shone full in my face. Bill was no- 
where to be seen, and I guessed that he 
had gone to dispatch the loggerhead 
captured during the previous night. 
Soon he returned, carrying a sack 
which afterw r ards proved to contain the 
egj?s taken from the loggerhead's nest. 
There were nearly two hundred of 
them ; they were quite round in shape, 
and only about one inch in diameter, 
the shells being of parchment-like lext- 
ure with a slight dent or depression on 
one side, as if the contents did not quite 
fill them. 

Among Bill's many accomplishments 
camp-cooking was not the least. I 
watched him make an omelet of tur- 
tle eggs, and was surprised that he used 
only the yolks, discarding the whites. 
He told me that it was impossible to 
cook the whites, that they would not 
harden like hens' eggs, and that only 
the yolks were fit to eat. Keen appe- 

tites arc the usual accompaniment of 
meals in camp, which perhaps accounts 
for man}' a cook's reputation, but the 
omelet was so good that I called for 

Later I had a chance to taste turtle 
meat. It is said by some to be equal to 
beef. To me it was very different and 
inferior, but I once ate some that had 
been dried and smoked and its resem- 
blance to smoked beef was very strik- 

Sometimes the capture takes place a 
long distance from the camp and a curi- 
ous plan is resorted to, to get the turtle 
nearer. A stout line is attached to her 
and she is made to swim in the sea in 
the required direction, her escape into 
deep water being prevented by a cou- 
ple of strong men at the other end of 
the line who lead her and check any at- 
tempt she may make in that direction. 
Upon arriving at the desired destin- 
ation she is pulled up on the beach and 
again turned on her back to be disposed 
of at leisure. 

When I went to look at our turtle by 
daylight and to help carry away such 
portions of the meat as we wanted, I 
was not surprised that it had given us 
so much trouble the night before. We 
estimated its weight as upwards of 
twelve hundred pounds, which is not 
unusual. Massive strength was written 
all over it. Its powerful jaws bespoke 
its carnivorous habits, and its muscular 
flippers indicated with what efficient 
strength they could be wielded to navi- 
gate the ocean's depths. Its shell was 
of somewhat soft and spongy texture, 
quite unlike that of the hawksbill or the 
green turtle, and like the bottom of 
some old ship returning from a long 
cruise, was coated here and there with 
barnacles. This shell has no commer- 
cial value, and when left upon the sand 
soon becomes disintegrated. Ours hap- 
pened to be the first loggerhead cap- 
tured that season and this accounted for 
the group of curious neighbors whom 
we found awaiting us as we brought 
our sailboat up to the wharf. 



HAD not been long 
in charge of "Coo-coo- 
cache" before I looked 
about for some one able 
to tell me the meaning 
and root of the word 
"Coo-coo-cache." What- 
ever the meaning might 
be, I felt sure the name 
was an appropriate one, 
and that possibly a tale 
hung thereby. Nor was I mistaken, 
for a few evenings later I got the old 
chief into the guard-room and by the 
aid of our interpreter elicited the fol- 
lowing story ; the old man had heard 
it from his grandfather, who partici- 
pated in the fight. 

I found by close questioning that the 
lives of his grandfather, father and him- 
self spanned back over one hundred 
and fifty years, and it was quite possible 
and probable that the circumstantial re- 
count was true, and the fight must have 
taken place between the year 1750 and 
the taking of Canada by the British. 

About that time and for some years 
previous the warlike Iroquois had made 
forays into the north country by most 
of the rivers falling into the St. Law- 
rence. In the far interior, where might 
was right, a band of these marauders 
would swoop down on a peaceful en- 
campment of Algonquins, rob them of 
their winter's hunt, not infrequently 
maltreating them and often murder was 
committed. There is no doubt that the 
French, while not openly sanctioning 
these raids, at least connived at robbery 
of the interior Indians. Much of the 
furs that the Iroquois brought to bar- 
ter at Quebec and Ville Marie would 
never have found their way there had 
these bold freebooters not gone for 

But a day of reckoning was coming, 

in which the poor, ill-treated Algon- 
quins had their revenge. During the 
winter months the chief sent a courier 
amongst his scattered tribesmen on 
their hunting grounds appointing a day 
for them to meet in council the follow- 
ing summer, at which assembly plans 
would be made to give the Iroquois a 
set-back they would not forget. From 
Three Rivers, the Iroquois paddled up 
the St. Maurice as far as the mouth of 
the Vermillion river, one of the tribu- 
taries of the St. Maurice. Up the Ver- 
million they journeyed for a couple of 
days, then struck northeast over a chain 
of small lakes which took them out on 
to the St. Maurice once more. By this 
route they avoided a long detour of the 
main river and came out above the nu- 
merous rapids and falls. Five of these 
small lakes drained into the Vermillion 
and the last one, "Coo-coo-cache," into 
the St. Maurice. 

To drop down into this last lake the 
portage is a narrow, deep defile, one 
side of which is a sheer, precipitous 
rocky mountain some six or seven hun- 
dred feet high, from the top of which 
a person can see little Long Lake on one 
side and "Coo-coo-cache" on the other. 
It was down along this defile the Al- 
gonquins waited in ambush while one 
of their number kept vigilant watch 
from a solitary spruce tree that crowned 
the rocky height. The signal the watch- 
man was to give to apprise his compan- 
ions of the arrival of the Iroquois at the 
upper end of the portage was the call of 
the night owl — 


As this owl was hidden (cache), the 
name became after "Coo-coo-cache" 
(Hidden Owl), and to this day the lake 
and H. B. Post are known only by that 
name. This vigilant watch and waiting 
had to be kept up for several days, as it 



was only conjectural at what time the the canoe behind. Without pause or 

Iroquois would arrive. let-up they swung out into the Vermil^ 

The women, children and aged people lion, and then rapidly down stream, go- 
of the tribe were encamped out on the ing east. 

St. Maurice, about two miles from The first rapid they would come to 

where the able men kept watch, and was, properly speaking, a succession of 

each day a couple of boys brought them falls, and no one could possibly run that 

cooked provisions for the next twenty- stretch of turbulent water and come out 

four hours. alive. The approach to the portage at 

At last, after a week's waiting and the head of the falls is dangerous 

watching, the signal came from the man enough at any stage of water, and has 

on the height that the Iroquois were in to be negotiated with care. Both canoes 

the portage. The Algonquins lay well were then going at a tremendous speed 

concealed, strung along one side of the through the water, being impelled not 

trail. The enemy came along Indian only by the paddles, but by the ever-in- 

file, not suspecting any danger so far creasing current. Every nerve was 

south as they then were. The mode of keyed to the utmost tension. A little 

assault mapped out by the Algonquin closer and the pursuers would be within 

" chief was that when the first man of shooting distance. The fugitives looked 

the Iroquois reached the last man of the back. They realized that death was be- 

Algonquins that last man was to take fore them and death behind them, 

steady aim and fire. This shot was to To shoot the falls there was one 

be the signal for a general attack, each chance in a thousand, and they chose to 

of the interior Indians to take the Iro- take the risk. The followers saw the 

quois nearest to him. bowsman in the preceding canoe wrench 

The Iroquois being unprepared and his frail bark out into midstream, and 

taken so much by surprise, offered very they with one accord ceased paddling 

little resistance. A few of those not and looked on with amazement at their 

killed outright drew their belt hatchets foolhardy decision. To witness the 

and hand-to-hand conflicts ensued, but death of their enemies they resumed 

the victory was complete to the Algon- their paddling and hastened ashore at 

quins, with the loss of only one man and the portage and bounded up onto the 

a few flesh cuts to some others. The rocks just in time to see the desperate 

man lost was the lookout on the moun- men take the second and biggest jump 

tain-top. To better observe what was in the flight for life, 

taking place, he had clambered up into The steersman stood erect in the ca- 

the solitary spruce. Two, only, of the noe as she was on the brink and shook 

Iroquois had not reached the firing line his clenched fist at the Algonquins 

when the massacre commenced. One of ashore. In another moment canoe and 

these, espying the watchman in the tree, men were lost in the mighty, seething 

potted him from where he stood, and waters. To this day those falls are 

with his companion fled back across the known as the Iroquois Falls, "Na-ta- 

portage. way-Pow-is-tic." 

The Algonquins, seeing the men run, The loss of these men made such an 

fired a volley after them and a number impression on the Iroquois that no oth- 

gave hot pursuit. Under no consider- ers molested the interior people, and 

ation could they risk a single one to shortly after this event the country came 

escape and carry the tale to their kins- into the possession of the English, who 

men. The fugitives sprang into one of countenanced no such traffic. In 1886 

the canoes at the south end of the port- the writer of this historical fact ascend- 

age and the pursuers into another. A ed the mountain and stood beside the 

hot and strenuous chase then took place identical spruce tree from which 

with a slight gain at each small lake by tumbled to the rocks below the bruised 



remains of the watchman who gave the of steel I forwarded through a friend 
warning cry of — to Mr. (now Sir) James Lemoine, of 
"Coo-coo-coo-ho." Quebec, and very probably it is in his 
Many years ago fire swept all down collection of curios to-day, an interest- 
the mighty St. Maurice. For hundreds in:g reminder of early Canadian history, 
of miles it licked up everything in its In many places about the upper St.' 
path. Since then a second growth of Maurice can be plainly seen at the 
trees has sprung up, in fact are big trees mouth of some river tributary to the 
themselves. Amongst these, bordering parent stream, overgrown bowl-like ex- 
on the portage and about where the old cavations in which some time in the 
chief said the massacre took place, I long ago hid Iroquois ambuscading the 
delved in several places. Bones I found, unsuspecting inland Indian as he floated 
but so brown and decayed by time that out into the lake. But the fight at Coo- 
it was impossible to say if of human be- coo-cache wiped out many back scores 
ings or animals. But one relic I did and the Algonquins remained at peace 
find which of itself was almost conclu- ever after. In 1765 the Nor-West Com- 
sive evidence that the story was true, pany established a post at Weymonta- 
and that was a rusty two-edged bayo- chingue, fifty miles north of Coo-coo- 
net, such as the French used in those cache, which reverted to the Hudson's 
days. I unearthed this from the back Bay Company at the coalition of the two 
of a half-burnt, half-rotten monarch of companies in 1821. That post and one 
the primitive forest, a tree that the rag- built at Coo-coo-cache are still kept 
ing fire failed to consume in its pas- open as trading places for the Algon- 
sage. This valuable antiquarian piece quins. 




Life is a highway wondrous, fair, 

And we are but pilgrims journeying there. 


And it's here the rain and there the rain, 
But ever the sun comes out again ; 


And it's over the hill and under the hill, 
But ever the way leads onward still; 


And it's here a stone and there a stone, 

And it's many a mile one must go alone; 


And it's here a foe and there a friend, 

And many the turn, and, at last, the end. 

Life is a highway wondrous, fair, 

And we are but pilgrims journeying there. 



OW the hounds are cours- 
ing the Great Red Fox, 
— there is but one of his 
kind and none beside. 
He, who is bigger than 
any hound, laughs at dog 
and gun and hunter alike ; 
he laughs and preys still 
upon the fat of the poul- 
try yards, and even rends 
young lambs in the sheep- 
fold. Ah, but he is cunning, and there 
is no other so cunning as he ! 

The hounds course him while we wait 
with cocked rifles. We wait uselessly, 
as I know, who would swear by the 
way that the Great Red Fox will die 
no death of dog or man, and no bullet 
may touch him. 

Listen, they come toward us ! Never 
more than a little ahead, he leaves them 
utterly and brings pursuit to an end. I 
know not why, but to-day I feel that 
he must die. He is old ; yes, old, and 
he, the Great Red Fox, the king of all 
his kind, must die. 

Now he comes ; at his heels follow 
the best hounds in New England. They 
are trained to the chase and will never 
cease to follow his trail until they drop 
in their tracks from exhaustion, or he 
baffles them with one of those tricks 
for which he is famous. 

We may shoot at him as he passes, 
but I tell you it is no use. Could he 
avoid passing us, he would. The Great 
Red Fox can sniff the scent of man or 
powder a hundred yards against the 
stiffest breeze that ever blew. You 
laugh, but you do not know ; you are 
young and you have much to learn. 
For forty years I have hunted and 
trapped and lived my life in Canada and 
the north of your Maine and New 
Hampshire, and there is no man who 
can tell me aught of the woods or of 
the lore of them. 

Flere he is, right upon us ! Ah, you 
did not hit him, which is not to be 
wondered at, since you shot without 
taking aim, or did I, who was born a 
marksman, with a rifle in my hands. 
No bullet ever yet was cast to pierce 
the vitals of the Great Red Fox, over 
whom hangs always the charm of the 
Moon ; the Moon, whose silver rays 
protect her own and turn the hand of 
the slayer ever so little, — a hair's 
breadth, maybe, — but enough ! Else he 
would have died ere this. 

Now he has a straight stretch of a 
quarter of a mile. Let us not reload 
our rifles, but watch him. Will he turn ? 
Not he ; his delight is in that lightning 
speed which now you see, though you 
are the only one, save me, that has 
watched him on that path. 

A seared streak — almost yellow — 
over the green, and he is far away ! 
The lightning bolt in the sky of a sum- 
mer night is not so swift. Almost might 
he outrun those bullets you and I sent 
singing about his ears. He loves the 
music of death as I the wind-harps wail- 
ing through the limbs of the forest out 
side the glow of the camp fire. 

Those hounds run well, friend. What 
say you? Is any so fleet as the Great 
Red Fox? The race is not always to 
the fleetest, men say, but to his speed 
of foot the Great Red Fox adds cun- 
ning. There is nothing so great in the 
forest as cunning. 

There he goes to the cover ! It will 
be speed no more, but brain and cure 
foot against brain and keen sense of 
smell. He will turn, he will double. 
They will lose him, and he will peer 
out from his hiding with sharp eyes. 
exulting, while they sniff in baffled 
fashion. And, when they strike that 
sinuous path he has laid for them he 
will go on to do the same trick agnin. 
He is too fond of the venture. He 




takes the big chance which none but the 
Great Red Fox would dare. Some day 
— perhaps, as I have said, to-day — he 
will take the wrong chance, and lose. 
Then we shall see what we shall see. 

What did I tell you ? A lagging hound 
has caught him as he doubles, and 
drives him up the mountain by the 
walled path from which even he cannot 
turn. Not one hound, but two and 
three and four ! Ah, to be caught by 
the laggards ! Such is the fate of many 
who do the world's running ; they strive, 
and others, who lie idly by, overtake 
them at the tide's turning. 

Let us go up the path that the re- 
turn may be surely closed against him. 
The brush of the Great Red Fox is a 
trophy worth years of scheming, and I 
— I alone — have planned out the closed 
path into which I knew he must some 
day turn. At its end at the mountain- 
top lies a sheer precipice whose edge is 
ninety feet above the crags below. 

With a dozen hounds in full cry be- 
hind him, he lopes almost leisurely up 
the steep way. He is thinking, as the 
Great Red Fox is wont to do. He will 
have some plan. Yes, they are far 
ahead of us now. 

Look, look ! Did you see him then ? 
He has sprung high and clear — a good 
twelve- foot bound — over the open jaws 
of the hounds, and comes toward us. 
Quick, quick ! We must stop him. 

Club your rifle. There, he hesitates and 
turns slowly, but he is not wearied. 
See now, what speed is that ! It is 
like a star that falls from its place in 
the heavens, only he shoots upward. 
But the hounds may catch him and 
rend him if we do not hasten. 

Blessed Mary ! Look at that ! He 
has gone through the pack as the flying 
star hurtles through the night, brushing 
aside the hounds quite as easily, I swear. 
And they, the best dogs in all your New 
England ! 

Now must he stop of a surety, for 
he has reached the end of the path. 
Where is he? See the hounds gape in 
wonder; they are looking about them 
for a prey that is not there. 

Hasten, friend, hasten. Only from 
the edge of the precipice may we see 
what has happened. It is as I thought. 
Ninety feet to doom upon those wicked 
rocks below ! And not one of all the 
pack to dare that glorious leap with 
him ! 

What did I say to you but now? 
That neither man nor dog nor bullet 
might slay that wonderful beast who 
will harry hennery and sheepyard no 
more. Yet, friend, it is poor Peter, the 
guide, who stands here with a tear on 
either cheek; but who am I that God 
should bestow upon me the peerless 
brush of the Great Red Fox. 

— i IP— ■—■ in— iii — — ^— ww— "wmianiwni omii p^- <i »« . « 



T the seashore the 
latter days of Aug- 
ust are filled with 
preparations for the 
return of the ma- 
jority of visitors to 
their respective 
homes. The re- 
sumption of business, the opening of 
the schools and the reawakening of the 
world of industry after its brief sum- 
mer rest, all give warning that the sea- 
son of recreation is nearly at an end. 
Fortunate are they who are able to re- 
main a few weeks longer, through the 
mild September, with its pure, bracing 
atmosphere, its cool nights and mellow, 
warm days, — a time when bathing, fish- 
ing, sailing and all aquatic sports will 
be found to be nearer perfection than 
in any other month. 

At Manahawken, an old village near 
the New Jersey coast, let the late vaca- 
tionist procure a "sneak box" and go 
down the creek to the bay, which lies 
about two miles east of the village. A 
sneak box is a boat whose model is pe- 
culiar to Manahawken and the sea- 
shore towns north of it. Built particu- 
larly for gunning, it lies low in the 
water, and the deck is nearly a coun- 
terpart of the bottom in shape. The 
upper part of the craft slopes slightly 
both longitudinally and laterally toward 
the water, while the bottom rises as 
gradually to meet it ; a sort of a min- 
iature monitor. A two-fold advantage 
is gained by this model, the boat is 
easily concealed when gunning for 

ducks, and it draws very little water, — ■ 
the latter being an important considera- 
tion in Manahawken Bay, which, in 
most parts of it, is quite shallow. This 
class of boat is also easy to row and is 
a fast sailer. 

Far to the left as we sail down the 
creek, standing isolated from other 
habitations, is an old house, which, 
years ago, before the railroad had 
reached the seashore was a popular re- 
sort for visitors who sought the cool 
breezes of the Atlantic and the sport 
with line and gun in Manahawken Bay 
and the waters south of it. The ''Ferry 
House," as it is still called, which in a 
few of its details has been modernized, 
occupied its present site long before the 
war of 1812. Many interesting relics 
have been unearthed on the premises, 
among them being portions of human 
skeletons, stone axes, flint arrow-heads 
and other evidences of the existence 
of Indian tribes that once frequented 
that vicinity. Near the landing, where 
the main land joins the meadow, is an- 
other deserted structure which is 
equally old, and which was also once a 
place of entertainment for the traveling 

The sun is hot, but its fervid rays are 
tempered by a cool breeze from the 
north. An expanse of water opens up 
to the east, and beyond it gleams the 
white sand of the beach, the narrow 
barrier between the bay and the ocean. 
With the sea air pervading their lungs, 
the saline odor of the meadows in their 
nostrils, and the fresh wind 





their cheeks, the occupants of the boat 
can for the time forget the worries of 
life and be as free from care as the 
Lotus Eaters on their enchanted isle, 
or the sea gulls that circle over the 
water, screaming shrilly as they search 
for their finny food. Added to this is 
immunity from the persecution of mos- 
quitoes ; the domain of those insects 
ends at the edge of the bay. 

We sail over to the draw of the rail- 
road bridge which spans the bay. As 
the main channel is at this point, the 
draw-tender is kept busy admitting 
boats from both the north and the south 
sides of the bridge. This official oc- 
cupies a cosy little house, consisting of 
a miniature living room, its walls dec- 
orated with pictures of marine and 
other subjects, and curios from the bay 
and sea, and a still smaller sleeping 
apartment containing two comfortable 
bunks. A short distance away is Mar- 
tin's Hotel, standing by the side of the 
railroad, and, like the bridge, resting on 
piles which stand in the water. 

A mile to the east on the beach is 
Surf City, a resort which has sprung 
up within the last few years. The rail- 
road runs past this place north to Bar- 
negat City, and south to Beach Haven. 
Surf City occupies a locality that is 
grimly memorable in the New Jersey 
annals of shipwreck. It was near this 
spot, in the year 1854, that the sailing 
ship Powhaten, with four hundred emi- 
grants on board from Germany was 
blown on shore in a furious southeast 
storm, and, with the exception of one 
child, all perished. 

As the wind and tide are both favor- 
able, and the day is still young, the boat 
is headed south, and, impelled by the 
force of a brisk wind astern of her, 
makes good time down the bay. A sail 
of an hour and a half brings us opposite 
Beach Haven, one of the thriving 
watering places of the New Jersey 
coast. This resort was founded by the 
sect of Friends. The first hotel, the 
Perry House, was built by Robert 
Engle, a wealthy Quaker of Mount 
Holly. It caught fire one summer 

night and was burned to the ground, 
the guests escaping with the loss of all 
their effects, many of them being 
obliged to return to their homes 
clothed only in bathing suits. The pro- 
prietor of the hotel soon erected a 
larger and finer building, the Engleside, 
which, with the Baldwin and a number 
of others less pretentious, help to make 
Beach Haven an ornament to the New 
Jersey coast. 

Two miles farther south is the Long 
Beach House, "Bond's," as it is known 
to the old-time seashore travelers. Fifty 
years ago this house with its accom- 
modations for over two hundred guests, 
was usually filled to overflowing every 
season with visitors from New York 
and Philadelphia. It was then the only 
hotel of any prominence on that part 
of the coast, and its patrons from the 
cities were obliged to perform most of 
the journey by stage coach and sail 
boat. Its original owner, Thomas 
Bond, is now dead, and the house is de- 
serted and in the extreme stages of di- 

Four miles farther is our destination, 
Little Egg Harbor, a part of the coast 
well known to mariners, the depth of 
water in the inlet and the land locked 
harbor making it a safe and comfort- 
able refuge for coasting vessels in rough 
weather. Here a person can revel in 
aquatic sports, and find ample scope 
for the use of both gun and line. If 
he is fond of shooting, all the varieties 
of snipe that frequent the salt water 
sands and marshes may fall victims to 
his aim. Robin snipe, tell tales, or yel- 
low leg plover, bull head plover, cur- 
lew, both the long bill and the short bill 
species — marlin and willet are among 
the birds that abound on this part of 
the coast, besides myriads of snipe of 
smaller size, whose great numbers and 
delicacy of flavor commend them to the 
gunner. Most of these birds are mi- 
gratory, visiting the New Jersey coast 
in June, going south in mid-summer to 
breed, and returning the latter part of 
August and in September for a stay of 
several weeks. 



And fish ! It is not a question of find- 
ing them, but of choosing the kind we 
want. At least twenty different spots 
are. within a few minutes sail of ns, in 
any one of which the chances are all in 
favor of a good catch. If we prefer 
weak fish, we can go on the flats west 
of the Seven Islands, and with a float 
line obtain enough sport to satisfy the 
most exacting devotee of the piscator- 
ial art. Weak fish weighing from four 
to five pounds each, — the trout of the 
salt water, take the hook with avidity, 
and the line whizzes through our fin- 
gers as the prey strives to avoid cap- 
ture. Skill acquired from experience 
is necessary to save a weak fish of this 
size, and our patience is well rewarded 
when our trophy lies in the bottom of 
the boat, his black and silver back and 
golden belly flashing in the sunlight. 
Other kinds of fish also abound in these 
waters, all of fine flavor. Spots, or 
Cape May goodies, porgies and king 
fish or barb, — so-called .from tentacles 
sprouting from the lower jaw which 
have a fancied resemblance to a beard. 

We catch a number of oyster fish, 
which are utterly worthless, as they are 
not edible. They are the pariahs of the 
fish community, slimy, repulsive crea- 
tures, nearly all head and mouth, the 
latter filled with teeth like miniature 
paving stones. The jaws are as power- 
ful as a steel trap. Their favorite food 
is oysters ; with their teeth they crush 
the shells of these bivalves as if they 
were tgg shells and suck out the soft 

Nearer the inlet, where the water 
is deep and the current swift, we find 
the black fish and the sea bass. A 
hundred sea bass in two hours has 
been caught by the writer and a com- 
panion upon more than one occasion 
at a certain spot near the inlet. Here, 
also, is found the sheepshead, that 
gamey fish whose difficulty of capture 
with hook -and line, exquisite flavor 

and pecuniary value when caught makes 
it the king of the finny tribe on the 
New Jersey coast. Possessed of great 
strength and swiftness, and with a 
mouth literally paved with teeth, even 
the skilled fisherman, after the fish is 
well hooked, often loses it with all the 
gear. It is a feat to take home even 
three or four of these fish after a day's 
work. Great skill, perfect quiet and 
unlimited patience are required for 
success in sheepshead fishing. They 
are a very timid fish, and sometimes 
hours will pass without a bite. 

An invigorating bath supplements the 
fishing. Along the shores of the har- 
bor are coves where, on the high tide, 
still water bathing can be enjoyed to 
perfection. The water, in which is 
stored up the heat of July and August, 
is at its warmest, just the right tem- 
perature to be inviting and pleasant. 
We have earned that recreation, for 
we have pulled in fish until we are 
tired, and have as many weak fish and 
sea bass as we can carry home. 

The sun is going down, sinking to 
his rest in a couch of crimson and 
purple clouds. The stars appear one 
by one as the daylight fades. In the 
lantern of the lighthouse on the beach 
nearby a glow of red tells that Little 
Egg Harbor's sentinel is on guard until 
the luminary of day again goes on duty. 
Its alternate red and white flashes warn 
the mariner in unmistakable language 
that the shoals and beach of the New 
Jersey coast lie in its immediate vicin- 
ity. Far to the south a steady white 
light, gleaming like the eye of a 
Cyclops, tells us that the lamp in the 
tall tower of Absecon is fulfilling a 
similar mission. The south wind blows 
just strong enough to keep the main 
sheet taut, as we take the first of the 
flood tide, and with the star-lit dome 
of a September sky above us, start on 
our return trip of fifteen miles to 


Drazvn by Dan Beard 



AST night, as I sat on 
the big piece of blue 
stone which serves as a 
front stoop for my log 
house in the woods of 
Pike County I saw a 
flying squirrel sail down 
from the roof to an oak 
tree. The oak tree is 
about sixty feet high 
and stands upon the edge of a natural ter- 
race, running down to the lake. The squirrel 
ran rapidly up to the topmost branch of this 
tree and then sprang into midair and sailed 
out of sight, over the tops of the trees below. 
When I first built this house, some eighteen 
years ago, I discovered a nest of flying squir- 
rels up over the window in one of the bed- 
rooms, and they were so pretty and tame 
that I left them there. But that was the 
greatest mistake I made about my log house. 
The flying squirrels have multiplied and in- 
creased, and continued to increase in numbers 
in spite of the fact that each year I capture 
as many as I can and send them away to 
friends in different parts of the country for 
pets. Flying squirrels make most beautiful 
pets, but they are worse in a house than the 
so-called Norway brown rats. Rats can't fly. 
When I opened my log house this season 
the flying squirrels had nests in my rubber 
boots, in the pockets of my hunting coat, in 
my corduroy trousers, in my hat, had 'stopped 
up the stove-pipe in the kitchen so that, when 
the fire was built, the smoke drove us a-U 
weeping from the house. They took all the 
cotton tabs off the mattresses and carried 
them away for nesting, unravelled the edges 
of the rugs and carpets, and used it for the 
same purpose and, in fact, used all the inge- 
nuity with which Nature had endowed them 
to do as much mischief during the "closed 
season" as was possible. 

About four o'clock in the morning is the 
time when the flying squirrels come home 
from their night's orgies, and you can then 
hear a resounding thump upon the roof, then 
a scampering of little feet, then a scramble in 
the walls, then a conversation in more or less 
subdued squeaks. Then, thump after thump, 
you hear them come until they are all home. 
After this they gradually quiet down until all 
is still. They wake up again at dusk of the 
following evening, when, if it is fair, they 
sally forth, but on rainy or stormy nights 
they do not go out. 

An ordinary rat trap will not confine a fly- 
ing squirrel, for so flat is his beautiful little 
body that by using the force of his muscles 
he can spread the wires apart far enough to 
escape. I always use my hand, protected by 
a glove or some similar object, and catch them 
with that. I caught nine, in that way, in one 

Sometimes I have turned down the bed- 
clothes and jumped into bed to alight upon 
a bunch of cracked nut-shells. 

Sometimes they will come and drop with a 
thump upon the chest of one of my sleeping 
guests, and always succeed in frightening 
them to such an extent that the tenderfoot 
dares not move until his eyes gradually be- 
come accustomed to the darkness and he sees 
the little creature sitting on his hind legs, 
calmly washing his face with his front paws. 

Sometimes the mother squirrel objects to 
the human animal occupying the same room 
as her family, and then at night the aston- 
ished tenderfoot sees the little creature run- 
ning over the girders of the ceiling, carrying 
her young in her mouth, taking them one by 
one until she has deposited them in a safer 
place and one in which her privacy is not in- 
vaded. Flying squirrels must be given 
plenty of exercise if they are to be kept in 



Where the shifting sunbeams fall, 
Through the pine trees, straight and tall, 
And their dancing light has made 
Checkered patterns of the shade ; 
There on fragrant couch I'm lying, 
(For the needles are my bed), 
List'ning to the gentle sighing 
Of the pine tops overhead. 

Back and forth they bend and away. 
All the livelong summer day, 
Making music, soft and low, 
As the fitful breezes blow ; 
Echoing the ocean's sound, 
As the strong wind, in his glee 
Shakes the brown cones on the ground 
For the woodland world to see. 

Centuries, perhaps, they've stood 
Making music in the wood, 
Now the wanton hand of man 
On their ranks has laid his ban ; 
Tempests wild may sorely tax, 
All the strength in which they trust, 
But the dreaded woodman's axe. 
Lays their glory in the dust ! 



IVE feet ten 
in his hob- 
nailed shoes 
— spare and 
muscular in 
figure, alert 
and agile in 
well grizzled 
in hair and 
beard, gen- 
tle in manner, and frank and steady in 
the gaze of his steel-blue eyes — such 
was Ned Rogers, ex-guide, as he held 
the bridle of my mule and helped me to 
mount one bright morning in the Yose- 
mite Valley. A little party had 
been made up to ride to the sum- 
mit of Cloud's Rest mountain, but 
just before we were ready to start, 
the guide, who was to have conducted 
us, had had a rib smashed by a vicious 
horse which he was trying to tame. 

We were about to give up the trip for 
that day, when Ned Rogers came for- 
ward and offered to take his place. He 
had been a guide in the Valley years be- 
fore, and now owned a ranch a dozen 
miles or so down the river, and had 
come . up to the Yosemite to bargain 
with the owner of the saddle train con- 
cerning certain mules. 

"It's been nearly ten years since I 

was up to Cloud's Rest," he said, "and 

I'd like to go up there again and 

see if the old fellow looks like he 

• used to." 

Brief conversation with him, as we 
stood on the veranda waiting for the 
inevitable behind-timers, had made me 
feel that he possessed, in high degree, 
manliness and force of character. Self- 
respect, of the sort that commands the 
respect of others, wis written all over 
his tanned and wrinkled face, and 
found expression in his bearing and 
his manner of speech. But it was a 




modest sort of self-respect, of which 
he was as unconscious as he was of 
his old slouch hat or his blue overalls. 

In straggling single file, with Rog- 
ers at its head, our little procession 
slowly mounted the precipitous face of 
the cliffs, and at last climbed the giant 
stairway beside the six hundred-foot 
leap down, which the Nevada Falls 
crashed and roared, and then, wet with 
their spray, galloped across the pine- 
shadowed levels to the foot of Cloud's 
Rest. Thence we climbed the long 
slopes of the mountain, through forests 
of tamarack and black pine, over the 
long, sweeping zig-zags of the trail, 
which gradually unfolded before us 
that marvelous panorama of miles upon 
miles of granite peaks, at first towering 
far above us, and then, as we rose high- 
er and higher, seeming at last to lie 
at our feet. But let some pen more 
powerful than mine tell of the grand- 
eur and sublimity of that awful expanse 
of high-topped mountain domes — the 
humiliation of soul that crushes the 
beholder as he looks over the arrested 
giant waves of that granite sea and 
feels himself to be a mere powerless 
dot upon its surface — and then the up- 
rising of heart and outspringing of sense 
and feeling, like a child leaping to its 
mother's arms, when presently he un- 
derstands that he himself is part of all 
that wide-spreading, heaven-reaching 
grandeur and freedom and mightiness. 

Ned Rogers stood by himself on the 
summit of the mountain, looking toward 
the east and south. The rest of the 
party were throwing stones and sar- 
dine boxes down the tremendous granite 
slope, steep, smooth and impassable, by 
which Cloud's Rest on the other side 
heaves itself upward from Tenaiya can- 
yon. From where he stood, one looks 
over scores of miles of bald granite 
peaks, tossed upward from green, pine- 
covered depths, — on and on, far as the 
eye can reach, nothing but waves and 
waves of mountains, granite-gray on 
the crest, pine-green in the hollow. 

"It's good to see these mountains 
again," he said, as I stood beside him. 

"I've been homesick for the sight of 
them ever since I quit guiding and 
went to live down the river. Sometimes 
I envy the men with mining claims who 
live alone in their cabins scattered 
around through the mountains." 

"Isn't it a lonely sort of life?" I haz- 

"No, not if you like it," was his 
quick response. "You get used to hav- 
ing the mountains all around you all 
the time, until they seem like friends, 
and you are lonely and homesick if 
you go away. I've got an idea that 

that sort of company " he hesitated, 

looked a trifle shame-faced and kicked 
a fragment of rock down the mountain- 
side, — "that company of that sort is 
about the best a man can have. I've 
wondered sometimes what sort of effect 
it would have on criminals if peniten- 
tiaries were put where they could look 
out on such a sight as this all the 
time. According to my way of think- 
ing, if there's anything that will make 
a man out of a fellow living all the time 
in such company as this will do it." 

"Did you ever happen to notice any 
effects of that sort?" 

"Well, no-o, I never saw the effects 
of living in the mountains upon crim- 
inals, as I know of. But I did have a 
curious sort of experience, myself, up 
here in the High Sierras once. It was 
that that first set me thinking. It 
was about fifteen years ago, I reckon, 
when I was guide in the Valley. 
One summer I had to make a camp- 
ing trip through these mountains with 
a fellow who was out here for his 
health. He was from New York, and 
he belonged to one of those rich 
families there — you know about them, 
I guess. His health had got all out 
of kilter, and he was wandering 
around out here, under orders from 
his physician, trying to set himself to 
rights again. After he had been in the 
Valley awhile, he concluded that a 
camping trip through these high moun- 
tains would be good for him, and it 
happened that the job of guiding him 
fell to me. I wasn't pleased with it, for 



I'd Seen something of him around the 
hotel and I didn't like his manner. He 
had a quiet, high and mighty way of 
ordering people around that didn't suit 
me, and he kept off to himself most 
of the time, — wasn't a bit sociable, as 
most people are on such trips. 

"Well, the first day we were out, I 
thought he was just about the most 
exclusive chap I'd ever struck. But ' 

as I did the roads in the Valley, and 
that I knew it would take until night 
to reach another camping place, and 
that the horses had already done 
enough for one day. 

"Well, I might just as well have 
talked to the trees or the stones for 
all sign he gave of hearing me, or even 
of knowing I was there, except that I 
saw him press his lips together. He 


didn't want to poke myself into his com- got off his horse and said, 'Tighten this 

pany if he didn't want me there, and so 
I was just as exclusive as he was. At 
dinner time I fixed his meal for him 
and then I went off under another tree 
and began to eat mine. He scowled at 
me, and I thought maybe he didn't like 
me to sit that close to him, and so I 
went farther away. But presently I 
saw that he wanted me to stand behind 
him and wait on him, and then I took 
my dinner in my hand and marched off 
into the woods until I thought he had 
finished. He looked as black as a 
thunder cloud at me when I came back, 
and all that afternoon we rode along 
without saying a word that wasn't 

"We reached the place where I meant 
to make camp a couple of hours before 
sundown. There was good feed there 
and plenty of water, — it was in those 
green meadows you see over there this 
side of that high, sharp peak, — and I'd 
planned to stop early, seeing that he 
wasn't very strong. I got off my horse 
and, as he rode up, told him we'd stop 
there for the night. He seemed an- 
noyed, and I saw his eyes gleam as I 
spoke. He looked off over my head, as 
if I wasn't there, and said he did not 
wish to make camp yet. His manner 
made my blood boil a little, but I kept 
cool and explained that it would take 
till plumb dark to get to another camp- 
ing place as good as that. He didn't 
seem to be listening to me at all, just 
sat still on his horse and looked at the 
mountains. I couldn't help getting mad- 
der at that, but I tried to keep, my tem- 
per down, and went on explaining that 
I'd spent months and months in these 
- mountains and knew the ground as well 

cinch!' I was so astonished I couldn't 
take my eyes off his face, and I just 
stood and stared at him. Then he came 
toward me a step or two and said, very 
quietly, but in a tone that was as sharp 
as a knife : 

" 'We've had quite enough of this. 
I did not come out here to take orders 
from you. I want you to understand 
that we shall camp when and where I 
please. Tighten this cinch, and get on 
your horse again and keep your place 
hereafter. I'm not here to take orders 
from a servant.' 

"Perhaps I wasn't mad!" Ned Rog- 
ers' blue eyes were set and blazing at 
the mere remembrance of his feelings, 
and I smiled to think how his com- 
panion must have winced under them. 
"I sprung for him and grabbed him 
by the collar and the shoulder and 
shook him till his teeth chattered. 
'You cur,' I shouted at him, Til have 
you know I'm no man's servant! And 
if you ever call me that again I'll 
choke the breath out of your inso- 
lent body! We'll camp here to-night, 
and after that you can do as you please, 
and get a servant if you can find one!' 

"I let him get his own supper, — I 
wouldn't have touched a morsel of food 
for him if he begged me on his knees, — 
and fix his own bed the best he could. 
I attended to the horses, but I didn't 
pay any more attention to him than if 
he hadn't been there. And early the 
next morning I saddled my horse and 
was all ready to start back home, when 
up he jumps out of his blankets and 
comes up to me and says he : 

' 'Rogers, this has all been my fault. 
You've been a gentleman and I have- 



n't. I thank yon for what yon did and 
said last night, for it has made me see 
thing's in a truer light than I ever did 
before. If you will forgive me for the 
way I have acted toward you, we'll 
continue our trip, and I think you can 
trust me hereafter to act as a gentle- 
man should.' He offered his hand, and 
I shook it and said : 'Certainly, we'd let 
bygones be bygones, and take a fresh 

"Well, we stayed out a full month, 
and I never was with a more gentle- 
manly, agreeable fellow than he was 
all that time. He was as pleasant and 
sociable and good-natured as any man 
you ever saw. Every night we used 
to sit around the camp fire talking for 

hours, and I don't think I ever en- 
joyed a trip more than I did that one. 
"Well, that night after the quarrel, 
while I lay in my blankets too boiling 
mad to sleep, I saw him get up a num- 
ber of times and walk around in the 
moonlight — in fact, he was up and 
walking around nearly all night. And 
I just studied it out that the look of the 
mountains — they're the grandest sight 
on earth by moonlight, and it was full 
moon that night — had had a good sort 
of an effect upon him, and had made 
him feel that the things he had always 
thought of the most importance don't 
amount to so much after all, and that 
a man that is a man is a man anyway, 
wherever you find him." 



You can talk about gymnasiums, 

An' recreation piers, 
And all your city playgrounds, 

With bran newfangled gears. 

But after seein' every one, 

I've jes' made up my mind 
There ain't a place invented yet, 

So far as I can find, 

That beats the ol' red covered bridge, 

That hung across the crick, 
When Jim an' Bill an' me was boys, 

An' up to every trick. 

In there on rainy days or dry 

Was al'ays lots o' fun, 
With holes to fish through — beams to climb, 

An' races to be run. 

Of all good spots for havin' fun; 

From butment up to ridge, 
There never was another one 

Like our old covered bridge. 

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Drawn by Walter King Stone. 




S the great tableland 
of Mexico descends 
in abrupt strides to 
the Pacific coast, it 
marks its trail with 
many deep and pre- 
cipitous barrancas, 
or canyons. Here, 
in these gigantic 
gorges, tropical life 
runs riot in a profu- 
sion of gorgeous 
bird and blossom, of 
melodious song and 
pungent perfume. 

Everywhere in the cliffs of these 
barrancas are caves, some large and 
many small ; and toward evening, or in 
fact by careful watching at almost 
any hour, the many tenants of these 
rocky shelters may be detected. 

Just across the stream beside which 
our camp was pitched was the en- 
trance of an unusually large cave. 
Most inaccessible to adventurous man 
was this cavern — half way up the al- 
most perpendicular wall of the bar- 

We used to lie beside the foaming 
waters of the tumultuous little river, 
idly watching the dark, yawning 
mouth of the cavern, wondering 
dreamily what went on inside its mys- 
terious shadowy depths. 

One morning we surprised a pair of 

*Curator of Ornithology, New York Zoological 

Mexican canyon wrens as they flew 
out of the entrance of the cave. After 
drinking at the stream below, they re- 
turned to the entrance to sing their 
silvery song, — the sweetest herald, in 
all the barranca, of the new born day. 
After this we were always up early 
enough to be present at their morning 
concert. We imagined that it was in 
worship of the glorious sunshine and 
of the clear, sparkling air and the 
crystal waters that they sang. One 
grows to be less matter of fact when 
living the free life of the wilderness. 
As the Pagans of old saw the wonder 
of the world and worshipped, seeing 
in the rising sun the smile of their god 
and in the gathering storm his dis- 
pleasure; so we too began to take life 
less prosaically and to see new beauty 
in all Nature. 

Later in the day three or four large 
iguanas crawled lazily from the cave 
and out upon the rocks, where they 
basked for hours in the glowing sun- 
shine, or scrambled along the narrow 
ledges, foraging among the low vege- 
tation. These iguanas are very com- 
mon in all the tierra caliente of Mex- 
ico, varying in size from small ones a 
foot long, all the way to great fellows 
forty-five to fifty inches in length. 
Strange-looking creatures they are, 
with scales of blue-black, and mottled 
on back and neck with flesh-color. 
Along the back is a ridge of tooth-like 
spines, which give them a fierce and 




war-like appearance. They are most 
interesting animals in their habits. 
They seem to be strictly diurnal, and 
the hotter the sun the more do they en- 
joy basking in it. Not until the cool of 
early morning has passed do they ap- 
pear, crawling slowly out of their 
gloomy caverns to the highest point of 
rock in their vicinity, where, holding 
themselves as high as their short legs 
will permit, they look carefully around 
in all directions. 

The iguana is apparently soon satis- 
fied that all is as it was the day before 
and Jie slowly settles down, sprawling 
flat upon the stone, of which, to all in- 
tents and purposes, it becomes a part. 
The keenest eye fails to .differentiate 
rock and lizard, so exactly does the 
mottling of the creature's scales har- 
monize with the weathered and lich- 
ened surface of the stone. But nothing 
escapes the vigilant eye of the black 
spirits of the barranca, and sometimes 
a vulture swoops close, craning its 
neck at the motionless lizard to see if, 
perchance, its ally, death, has not 
passed here, and provided a repast. In 
an instant the lizard is up full height, 
and with mouth wide open it sways 
from side to side, throwing its head up 
and down and snapping at the upward 
fling, — a most remarkable performance 
and well calculated to impress an en- 
emy with the formidable character of 
its opponent. In reality the iguana is 
singularly defenceless, and these terri- 
fying actions are pure "bluff." The up- 
curved pinions of the vulture swing 
outward and the bird floats evenly 
across the abyss to the opposite cliff. 
The iguana seems to realize the harm- 
less nature of the bird of carrion, since 
at the approach of a hawk the reptile 
turns and scrambles with all speed 
head-long into its hole. 

When the mid-day heat has driven 
most creatures to shade or hole, the 
iguanas sleep peacefully on the blazing 
rocks and then they can sometimes be 
quite closely approached. They feed 
on almost any kind of vegetable food, 
— roots, bark or leaves, and their flesh 

is delicious. "Dios mio, esta es 
vcneno r says our Mexican cook, when 
we bring in a large iguana and ask that 
it be cooked for supper. We explain 
that it is not poison, and in fact we 
find the meat white and as delicate >in 
flavor as that of a chicken, and very 
much resembling frogs' legs. After 
that it becomes a regular item on our 
bill of fare. 

Long before the sun's rays have be- 
come tempered by the breezes of late 
afternoon the great lizards have dis- 
appeared and the next actors on the lit- 
tle stage are two small horned owls, 
which emerge from the gloom of the 
cave. These are the most difficult of all 
its inmates to observe, as they slip out 
at dusk, their dark mottled plumage 
melting almost instantly into the dim- 
ness, as, with silent wing-beats, they 
launch out and fly up stream. When 
they return we were never able to dis- 

But the most unexpected sight oc- 
curs a little before the flight of the 
owls or more often afterward. A con- 
fused mingling of shadowy forms is 
seen in the semi-darkness of the cave, 
walking about or reaching up with tiny 
hands — a crowd of little gnomes they 
seem, up for a rest from their labors 
in the great underground smelting 
room of the neighboring volcano. Soon 
they crowd near one side and in single 
file creep along the ledge-like trail, 
which leads to the almost impenetrable 
jungle opposite our camp; — ten Mexi- 
can raccoons which make this cave 
their home ! One day in broad daylight 
we made our way to the opposite sum- 
mit and clambered down, lowering our- 
selves with saplings and heavy vines 
until we are at the entrance itself. The 
only explanation of the apparent 
friendliness of these reptiles, birds and 
mammals seems to be that the cave ex- 
tends far inward, not in one large cav- 
ity or room, but dividing and subdi- 
viding into galleries and tunnels, far 
too small to admit our bulky forms, 
but in whose innermost recesses the lit- 
tle wrens probably find safety. The 



owls perhaps perch high up on the 
walls and the iguanas and 'coons dis- 
pose themselves after a manner hest 
known to themselves. There is no rea- 
son to suppose that any of these crea- 
tures are befriended by the others, but 
the exigencies of cave-life have cer- 
tainly brought together strange com- 
panions, and, somehow, aided by their 
diversity of habits, they manage to 
avoid one another. 

It is in this same barranca that we 
make the acquaintance of the derby 
flycatcher, one of the most character- 
istic and at the same time one of the 
noisiest birds of Mexico, screaming 
and calling all through the day. We 
first met this bird in winter, when in- 
sects, while fairly abundant, were ap- 
parently too scarce to provide the fly- 
catchers with their usual diet, and we 
found them feeding freely on berries 
and seeds. These derbies add much to 
the color and life of the barranca, 
often flying past up or down stream. 
They are large and powerful birds, 
over ten inches in length and strikingly 
marked ; the throat being white, while 
the rest of their under parts are sul- 
phur yellow, the large head being 
marked with black and white, with a 
crown of bright yellow and orange. 
We were much surprised to see this 
bird display a most peculiar habit, — 
namely, the art of fishing. This indi- 
vidual is the only one of this species 
which frequents our camp, and here 
the solitary bird spends much of each 
morning, unmolested by the kingfish- 
ers and all but equalling them at their 
own trade. The flycatcher, too, perches 
upon a rock and watches the eddies, 
and then dives with all his might two 

or three times in succession, each time 
securing a small fish, or sometimes a 
tadpole. It seems impossible for this 
bird to immerse himself more than 
three consecutive times, as his plumage 
becomes water soaked and he then flies 
heavily to a sunlit branch, where he 
spreads himself in the sun. After dry- 
ing off he is at it agaim It would be 
most interesting to know if, when a 
bird of so unusual habits, mated and 
raised a brood of young, the knowl- 
edge of this art would in any way be 
imparted to them. In this instance, at 
least, no such event happens, the death 
of this bird being due to one of the in- 
habitants of our cave. 

The unfortunate end of the pisca- 
tory derby flycatcher came about in 
this way. Some of the raccoons gener- 
ally made their way directly to the 
water, where they would drink and 
splash about in the darkness. It hap- 
pened one evening that the derby was 
fishing from a sand-bar on the oppo- 
site bank. One of the 'coons must have 
stealthily made his way through the 
underbrush to within a short distance 
of the busy flycatcher. Suddenly we 
heard a loud rustle and the poor bird 
gave utterance to the most piercing 
screams, which echoed from cliff to 
cliff. An instant more and a dead si- 
lence settled over all. Next morning 
we found a little pile of yellow feathers 
and the telltale bear-like foot-prints of 
the animal. The raccoon returned the 
following night, but the bird which he 
found ready to slay was tied to 
the pedal of a steel trap, and by the 
law of fate we enjoyed a delicious stew 
made from the fattest of 'coons, and 
the derby was avenged ! 


SONS OF DANIEL BOONE. a simple one to make It consists of a hunt _ 

Well, boys, if yon knew how hard it is for m g shirt, leggings and rabbit skin cap in win- 

me to write, out here in the woods on the ter and a hunting shirt and soft felt hat in 

shore of a beautiful lake, where the big bass summer, with moccasins for the feet when 

are daring me to try to catch them, you would they can be procured. The principal thing is 

also know how much I think of Recreation's the hunting shirt ; this was formerly made of 

boys. buckskin, or homespun cloth. 

My fish rods hang on their racks mutely to make a boone shirt, 

protesting against their inactivity, and from take an ordinary outing shirt of blue mate- 

the window of my log house I can see my rial and let your mother, aunt, grandmother, 

canoe bobbing up and down on the waves, or or big sister sew yellow fringe down the 

swinging this way and that, tugging at the 
anchor rope. 

But if I cannot go out 
and have fun I must write 
about it, and the most 
promising subject is the 
Sons of Daniel Boone. 
The news of the great 
and growing popularity 
of the new order of the 
Sons of Daniel Boone has 
reached the wigwams of 
the Seton Indians, and 
their great chief, Mr. 
Ernest Thompson Seton, 
called on the founder the 
other day to smoke the 
pipe of peace with him. 
He seemed worried, but 
we told him that unless <f~& ^ & typewritten one will 

his redskins put on paint and went whooping look much more business-like and im- 
on the warpath, the Boone boys would not portant than the printed ones would, had they 
molest them. We also told him that the been on time according to promise. 
notches in our tally guns stand for good New forts are springing up all around and 

deeds and not for scalps, and that if his In- as soon as the boys get their pins and hunt- 
dians wished to be civilized and educated to ing shirts there will be so great a rush to join 

seams of the sleeves and above the seams 
on the shoulders. Wear the shirt outside the 
trousers with a leather 
belt around the waist. In 
September Recreation w3 
will show drawings and 
patterns of the whole uni- 
form and you may make 
it as complete as your op- 
portunities will allow. 


and by-laws have been de- 
layed and we are now 
having typewritten copies 
made to substitute for the 
one the printers have had 
so long in hand. We think 

become good citizens, the Sons of Daniel 
Boone were ready to devote themselves to 
teaching their savage brothers how to build 
log houses and be good. 

Speaking of notches, the official notch for 
the tally gun is here reproduced, and they 
will be ready as a reward for all good and 
manly backwoodsmen's deeds, as soon as the 
founder decides upon the worthy forts who 
deserve them. 


we are informed bv the manufacturer, will be 
ready to issue before this number of Recre- 
ation is on the news stands. 


or. uniform, for the Sons of Daniel Boone is Boone to say "aye," or to hold up their right 


our ranks that we will have to appoint a 
grand secretary to take charge of the corre- 
spondence which has already reached such a 
point that the founder cannot keep up with 
it and attend to his other duties. 


Call a meeting of the boys at your house, 
inviting all those whom you think would be 
interested and whom you would like to have 
as companions in such an organization. After 
you have all the boys together, then you act 
as temporary chairman and call the meeting 
to order, stating in a few simple words the 
purpose of the meeting and asking all those 
who are willing to join the Sons of Daniel 



hands. When that is done yon can say that 
it is now in order to adopt a constitution and 
by-laws, as they are given in Recreation, and 
you must have a copy of Recreation with the 
constitution and by-laws for the boys to read 
and see what they are joining. 

The next thing in order will be the election 
of a temporary secretary to take the notes of 
the business of the meeting. After you have 
gone thus far you can then state that it is 
now time to elect the officers of the fort, and 
you can elect them one at a time in the order 
in which they stand. 

Of course, you must 
have some boy there 
to propose your name 
as Daniel Boone. 

Other things being 
equal, the organizer 
of the fort should be 
entitled to serve as 
Daniel Boone for t 1 
first year. After you 
have elected Daniel 
Boone and the other 
officers, the club is 

Then write to Rec- 
reation and tell us 
what you have done. 

Give us the names 
and addresses of the 
members and we will 
send them each a 
Daniel Boone pin, 
and we will also send 
you a typewritten 
copy of the constitu- 
tion and by-laws, 
which each member 
may sign and leave in 
the hands of Audu- 
bon, who is the sec- 
retary of the club. 

If you are in doubt 
as to how to run the 
meeting, seek the aid 
of some older person 
and let him attend the 
meeting and give you 
points ; but it is an 

easy matter to conduct one of these meetings 
after you have once caught the knack of the 

The principal thing for the chairman to 
keep in mind is not to allow more than one 
boy to speak at a time. 

One boy can speak and give his ideas, and 
after he is through the next can follow. 



The writer of the following letter is Col. 
Ewing, Inspector General of the National 
Guard, State of Delaware. Don't skip a 
word of it. 

Editor Recreation : 

In the body .of your most interesting maga- 
zine, as you are aware, I have contributed a 
brief article on the coming National Match, 
which I consider a most important matter, to 
be fostered and encouraged by every true and 
loyal citizen of the United Slate.]. I feel, 
however, that I would not be doing justice to 
myself or to the cause of rifle shooting unless 
I said some few words to the Sons of Dan- 
iel Boone, for these Sons are the coming bul- 
wark of our great nation, and later on must 

decide our welfare. 
Personally, I would 
like to be classed 
among the Sons my- 
self. I sympathize 
with them in every 
fibre of my body, for 
their aim and object 
is the true principle 
of building up strong, 
c 1 e a r-e y e d, right- 
thinking men. With 
your permission, 
therefore, I would 
like to make the fol- 
lowing speech to 
them : 

Sons of Daniel Boone: 
Whether consciously or 
otherwise, you are build- 
ing up in your camps a 
great power. As you mul- 
tiply and prosper you 
will be able to influence, 
to a large extent, the 
thought and action of 
this country. On you, 
later, will rest the re- 
sponsibility of framing 
laws for this great na- 
tion, and seeing them en- 
forced. You would not 
be sons of Daniel Boone 
unless you believed in 
nature; in unpolluted 
streams; in preserving 
our forests; in protecting 
the game and in getting 
away now and then from 
the crowded, noisy towns 
and cities to where you 
can breathe pure ozone 
and have a chance to 
stretch. You also believe 
in the use of firearms 
and have that innate de- 
sire to avail yourself of the inalienable right of 
every American citizen; the right to bear arms. 

In the days of Daniel Boone rifle shooting was 
a necessity, not only for the means of subsistence, 
but for wresting this country from savage beasts 
and still more savage men. Now all that is changed. 
Our country has become so populous and game so 
scarce that it is almost , impossible to acquire skill 
in rifle shooting unless by a trip to the wilds at 
great expense. I believe in the use and handling 
of firearms; but under certain conditions which 
will ensure safety to the handler and to all others 
in his vicinity. Therefore I would propose a 
course of instruction, under state or government 
supervision, to every schoolboy between the ages 
of fourteen and eighteen. I would have every 
Wednesday and Saturday afternoon set aside for 
rifle practice at the nearest state range. I would 
have the state or general government furnish com- 



petent instructors, rifles, ammunition, and suitable 
medals and prizes both for individuals and teams. 
Then at the close of the school year I would sug- 
gest a state rifle meeting, where teams of eight 
boys would compete for the state championship. 
These state meetings to be followed by a national 
meeting at some centrally located range, where the 
champion team from each state would contest for 
the school supremacy of the United States in rifle 

Now I believe all this can be accomplished in 
the next few years. The National Board for the 
promotion of rifle practice will be behind the move- 
ment, and the sons of Daniel Boone can do much 
to assist. How? Talk rifle shooting; explain that 
in case of war this country will have to call on 
volunteers; that unless these volunteers can shoot, 
and shoot well, there will be no use in mobilizing 
them; say that even if we have no war, the benefit 
to our country cannot be estimated in dollars and 
cents; that a boy to be a good rifle shot must be 
temperate, cleanly and careful in his habits in order 
to keep his nerves in good shape and his eyes clear; 
that he must learn observation in generalities and 
details; that he must learn patience; therefore, when 
he is ready to go into business or a profession 
he will be a better business man and a better 
citizen, and that if called upon to protect his coun- 
try's flag he will have learned the most important 
duty of a soldier. If you will read the short 
article entitled, "The Coming National Match," in 
the body of this magazine, you will see what rapid 
strides have been made the last three years in 
arousing an interest in rifle shooting among the 
regulars and the National Guard of this country. 
The same thing can be done for the schools. But 
we must have rifle ranges, and ranges cost money 
to build. This money must be furnished by the 
U. S. Government through an Act of Congress, 
and in all probability the National Board will pre- 
sent a bill this fall asking Congress to appropriate 
a certain amount of money for a period of years 
to promote rifle shooting in schools and colleges. 
"You can help to have this bill passed, and if your 
friend, Mr. Dan Beard, will grant me some space 
later on I shall be glad to give you further in- 

Sons of Daniel Boone, I wish you success, and 

Yours most sincerely, 

J. G. Ewing. 

Any boy who can secure a young 'coon and 
rear it will have almost as much fun as he 
would with a pet crow. 


There is nothing "gamy" about the opos- 
sum, in his actions or his looks. Neverthe- 
less, he is much sought after as an article of 
food, and when cooked properly makes a 
very delicate dish. The opossum belongs 
to the Marsupials and is related to the 
kangaroo and a lot of other queer ani- 
mals over in Australia. Just how this cousin 
of the Australian creatures happened to stray 
into the United States, whether he swam 
the ocean or came in a balloon has never yet 
been decided by the scientists ; but he is 
here and one of the peculiarities of the fe- 
male opossum is that she carries her babies 
in her fur lined vest pocket. 

Originally there were no opossums on 
Long Island ; but of recent years I have seen 
them captured in the streets .of Flushing, 
which is a part of New York City, and they 
have spread all over the lengths and breadths 
of the island. I have tried them as pets ; 
but found them very stupid and unsatisfac- 
tory and not nearly as funny and humor- 
ous as pet 'coons. 


Business men are all too busy to allow 
their thoughts to dwell on birds, trees, game 
and fish or forests and plains, and the duty 
devolves upon the literary men, sportsmen 
and boys to look after the sentiment and 
beauty of Nature and preserve it for the 

To a man of dollars the land is only a 
thing to turn into money. He cares not if 
the saw mill lay vast forests low and leave 
a dreary desert in its place, so long as it 
brings ready money to his already over- 
flowing treasury; but this is not because the 
money-maker was born different from any 
other bouncing baby boy, but because, in the 
pursuit of money, he has stifled his other 
feelings and aspirations until all that is left 
of his finer qualities can fittingly be com- 
pared to the knots of a tree, which are but 
scars showing where branches once ex- 

We are constantly reading and hearing of 
legislators, trusted financiers, princes and 
officeholders accepting bribes or levying 
blackmail, selling out the people's interests 
for personal profit ; but whoever heard of a 
boy taking a bribe to lose a game of base 
ball, cricket or football? 

Boys' ideas of honor, sentiment and sport, 
are all healthy branches and not wrinkled 
scars on dry, scaly, old, moss-covered 
trunks. That is why we love boys! 


Editor Recreation : 

First, I want to say that Recreation- has 
improved wonderfully since changing 

I noticed a subscriber asking if birds talked 
and your answer to him. May I add a few 
picked up by Mr. J. A. Carlson and myself? 
He says the bluejay is a Spaniard or Spanish 
bird, for when you frighten him he says, 
"Dewey, Dewey, Dewey," and flies away. 
Our prairie meadow or medial lark says, 
"Put out your heating stove." Our Bob 
White varies his by saying, "Oh, Bob White," 
and when he gets lost says, "Where, oh, 
where." A variety of our prairie snipe say:>, 
"Kill deer, kill deer" ; then there is another 
on most every farm (which most of us like) ; 
when small he says, "Cheap, cheap, cheap," 
and when old says, "Cut, cut my. head off," 
which we do when the minister comes to tea. 
Yours truly, 
Robert J. Black, Lincoln, Neb. 

P. S. — Please send premium catalogue. 




Editor Recreation : 

1 am pleased to observe that Recreation 
has opened a new department to do honor to 
the memory of one who must ever more and 
more be regarded as one of our greatest 
Americans. You know that our wonderful 
country was settled originally by distinct 
elasses of people — the Puritan in New Eng- 
land, the Cavalier in Virginia, the Scotch, 
Irish, the Germans, the French; and each pos- 
sessed qualities of rare value in the building 
of a great nation. But it was not until just 
before the Revolutionary War, when the 
country "over the mountains," as they called 
it, began to be settled, that the blood of Puri- 
tan, Cavalier, Scotch - Irish, German and 
French began to mingle and produce a type, 
the only type, 
which may be 
called really 
and t r u 1 y 
American. The 
work of wrest- 
ing the wilder- 
ness from the 
savage was 
work for men, 
and Boone was 
put forward by 
those who 
lived, worked, 
hunted by his 
side, because 
more than any 
other he pos- 
sessed those 
qualities of 
body and mind 
which were 
needed in that 
time and place. 

Few persons 
have been writ- 
ten about more 
than Boone, yet 
as recently as 
three years 

ago a reviewer of the published writings con- 
cerning him made this startling but true state- 
ment: "The few so-called biographies of 
Boone give but little information concerning 
the real man, and no two seem to agree on 
any of the vital points in his life"; adding, 
"An adequate and trustworthy life of Daniel 
Boone has yet to be written." This, however, 
has since been done, but it could not be done 
at a 11 until that painstaking gentleman, the 
late Dr. Lyman H Draper, had spent long- 
years of his life, traveling from place to place, 
ransacking old records and musty bundles of 
papers in old garrets in the country where 
Boone spent his adventurous life. We have 
learned much that is new, but this much we 
can know: that the old Boone, the hero of 
our boyhood days, remains still the same lov- 


able character — and of how many so-called 
"great" men can this be said? 

It was not my purpose so much to point 
out all this as to tell you that last summer, 
upon a trip to Ohio, I found one of the old 
traps that was used by Daniel Boone for 
catching beaver, and I enclose you the pic- 
ture which I made of the same, the first pic- 
ture that has ever been made of it. Concern- 
ing which, I must tell you of a little joke. 
Chancing to pick up a popular history of the 
early settlement of Ohio, I found therein 
mention of a hunting and trapping trip made 
by Daniel Boone in 1792 upon Raccoon Creek, 
in southern' Ohio, in which it stated that one 
of the "wolf traps" used by him on that trip 
was still in existence. There was a picture 
of a "wolf trap" given, the inference being 

that it was a 
picture of the 
Boone trap. 
Imagine my 
feelings, how- 
ever, upon dis- 
covering that it 
was a drawing 
made by myself 
ten years ago 
and published 
in a well-known 
magazine. not 
of a wolf trap, 
but of a large 
four - spring 
bear trap, 
which I had 
seen on the 
Tobique river, 
in Canada ! The 
moral of this 
as Mr. Balzac 
might say, is 
when you '"lift" 
somebody else's 
work without 
permission, you 
should be sure 
that you have 
the right thing! Seriously, however, you will 
know the interest it was to me to take in my 
hands the old rusted trap that was actually 
Boone's, presented more than a hundred years 
ago to a valued friend, Col. Robert Safford, 
of Gallipolis, Ohio, who hunted with him on 
that trip. It is all hand-made, by a black- 
smith, and you will notice that the pan is 
lost, and the temper is gone from one of the 
springs. It was exhibited by a son of Colonel 
Safford at the Philadelphia Centennial in 
1876, and still bears the label it had on then, 
and is now carefully treasured by a grand- 
son, along with a little belt-axe that Boone 
left at the same time; so that it is quite au- 
thentic. There was another trap, a great bear 
trap, which Boone called "Old Isaac," and 
you may read that "Old Isaac" is still at Gal- 



lipolis, but that is only an instance of the 
many errors made by those who have written 
of Boone. Boone did give "Old Isaac" to his 
friend "Bob" Safford, but it was stolen at the 
time of the Civil War and has never since 
been heard of; while the writers generally 
have been unaware that there was a smaller 
trap — the one which I show you. In size this 
one is what is now called a "number four," 
and was his regular beaver trap ; but some- 
times they would set a trap for a wolf. I 
have been all along Raccoon Creek and been 
shown the places where the two hardy adven- 
turers trapped and camped. One of these 
places was on 
what was 
after ward s 
my grand- 
father's farm. 
Dr. Safford, 
of Gallipolis, 
told me that 
they captured 
an enormous 
wolf with, he 
thought, this 
same trap, on 
a little hill 
near by; so 
that may be 
why it is now 
c a 1 le d a 
" wolf " trap. 
At any rate, 
we know that 
it was Boone's 
trap, and as 
Boone was 
never so con- 
tented as 
when living 
along some 
ciuiet stream 
far from the 
abodes of 
civilized man, 
at his favor- 
i t e occupa- 
tion of trap- 
ping beavers, 

we may be sure that this old trap was one 
of his most valuable possessions. 

The old trap is owned by Mr. A. C. Saf- 
ford, of Gallipolis. The other photograph 
shows the old trap, also Boone's hatchet, and 
Dr. T. R. Safford, another grandson of Col. 
Safford, sitting on the steps of the old Saf- 
ford mansion. 

Yours truly, 

Tappan Adney. 


that good roads are to the advantage of the 
farmer, the country storekeeper, the tourist, 
the wheelman and the automobilist, and to 
the whole community. The roads are the 
veins of the country, and the freer the circu- 
lation through these veins the healthier ancj 
stronger is the trade and life of the country. 
The more sluggish the circulation the nearer 
is the country to partial or complete par- 
alysis. In this connection it is interesting to 
note that the Arthur Clark Company, of 
Cleveland, has published a series of books giv- 
ing the evolution of the American Highways, 
of which the New York Sun says that 

"There is a 
fad just now in 
road books. 
First Mr. Bel- 
loc took "The 
Road to Rome" 
and another 
"Old Road in 
England," then 
Mr. Hewlet lin- 
gered on "The 
Road in Tus- 
cany." Now two 
have "accom- 
panied" an 
artist, the one 
through France 
to the Italian 
frontier, and the 
other from that 
frontier to 
Florence, and 
brought out a 
book called 
"Sketches on the 
Old Road 

Through France 
t o Florence." 
Of these com- 
mentators, Mr. 
Carmichael has 
much to tell 
that is new or 
little known con- 
cerning church 
ceremonies, one 
chapter of seri- 
ous historical in- 
terest in the de- 
tailed account of 
the burning of 
Shelley's body 
at Viareggio, and 
the praises of 
a lover for the 
beautiful places 
in Tuscany." 

We must thank the advent of the automo- 
bile for the renewed interest in our roads. 


Recreation stands for good roads — not on 
sentimental grounds, but for good, practical, 
common-sense reasons. It is self-evident 


Editor Recreation : 

I would be obliged if you would advise me 
through the columns of your magazine, if the 
shell-drake isn't the same duck as the Amer- 
ican Merganser, or sawbill. 

C. K. Jameson, EI Paso; Texas. 

Yes, it is the Merganser Americanus, but 
the Hooded Merganser and Red-breasted 
Merganser are also known, in many locali- 
ties, as shell-drakes, or sawbills. — Editor. 




The fascination of obtaining photographs 
of natural objects and scenes in the colors of 
nature has always exerted a great influence 
on the ingenuity and skill of the leading 
photographic chemists and experts of this 
and other countries. The processes that have 
been evolved, and the claims that have been 
put forward are legion, but true color pho- 
tography, as the average photographer inter- 
prets the words, is as much a will-o'-the-wisp 
as ever. Like the alchemist of other ages, 
with his transmutation of baser metals into 
gold, the scientist of this era is endeavoring 
to turn the monotone of the photographic 
print and negative into the bright but elusive 
colors of the rainbow, but, with this differ- 
ence, that there is every prospect of eventual 

We have today processes of considerable 
complication by which prints in color can be 
obtained, but these call for the use of special 
apparatus and extreme skill, and generally 
the use of three negatives, or else are made 
with different colored screens placed before 
the lens or plate. Even the merest mention 
of the various methods would fill a book the 
size of this magazine, but latterly there has 
been placed on the market a process which, 
while it is a long way from true color pho- 
tography, enables even the beginner to obtain 
with considerable ease a semblance of those 
colors which appear to him on his ground 

This process requires neither special cam- 
eras nor special apparatus of any kind, nor 
does it call for more skill than is required 
to make a good print with any photographic 
printing process. The requirements are a 
strong, cuntrasty landscape negative, a sup- 
ply of the prepared paper called "Color- 
printe," the necessary sensitizing chemicals, 
consisting of neutralized bichromate of pot- 
ash, a rubber roller or squeegee, a large glass 
or zinc plate, some blotting-paper, a couple 
of good-sized trays, porcelain, glass or zinc, 
such as used for carbon work, and some 
"transfer paper," as it is called, which comes 
in each package of prepared paper. Expert 
workers will recognize in these requirements 
a certain similarity to the carbon process, and, 
in truth, that new process is a glorified car- 
bon process, and consequently should have no 
terrors for the carbon worker. The prepared 
paper, which is obtainable almost anywhere, 


is the invention of an Austrian officer and a 
German chemist, and consists of nine coat- 
ings or films of color ranging from light blue 
to dark green, and including yellows, browns 
and reds superimposed in a certain order on 
a sheet of paper. An examination of a piece 
of "Colorprinte" would fail to disclose these 
coatings, the only color visible being the black 
surface; but they are there just the same. 

The idea back of the process is that these 
varying layers of color offer varying resist- 
ances to the rays of light that pass through 
the negative. The sky portion of the nega- 
tive is usually so dense that only a small 
amount of light passes through to affect the 
paper. On ordinary papers this produces 
bald-headed or white skies; on "Colorprinte" 
the effect is that only the top layer of color 
— light blue — is reached and made insoluble, 
producing a blue sky. The result, then, ot 
light passing through the various densities 
of the negative is to affect the various layers 
of color, so that the green foliage of trees, 
the brown surfaces of roads, etc., etc., is 
brought out in approximately the colors of 
nature. Strong reds are unfortunately lack- 
ing at present, but with nine colors a fairly 
large range of tone is obtainable, and the re- 
sults are certainly most pleasing after a long 
course of monotone work. Photographers 
are apt to be sceptical on the question of 
color, but the process mentioned is capable 
of a great deal more than many gave it credit 
for at first. The tints can be changed almost 
at will by subsequent chemical manipulation ; 
for instance, bright reds can be obtained by 
the local application of a solution of caustic 
potash and so on. With this power in the 
hands of a skilled worker, any missing tone 
can be supplied. Strong, well-developed neg- 
atives make the best prints. If thin, they must 
be varnished with ruby or other preparation; 
otherwise we shall fail to obtain the colors 
in their right places. An ortho-chromatic 
plate, which has a greater and truer range of 
densities, is naturally the best. The one 
drawback is that only landscapes devoid of 
life, or figures unless very small or inconspic^ 
uous, can be made at present. This is due to 
the lack of reds; but it will not be long be- 
fore a special paper for portrait work will 
be obtainable. Meanwhile, we commend the 
process to our amateur friends of an inves- 
tigating turn of mind. The few initial diffi- 
culties are easily overcome, and the pleasure 
to the unprejudiced mind is great. 

Awarded First Prize in Recreation's Photographic Competition. 
Photograph by William R. Simpson, Seneca Falls, N. Y. 


Iii the amateur photograph competition, 
which closed June I, prizes were awarded as 
follows : 

"Satisfaction"— Wm. R. Simpson, 4 Heath 
street, Seneca Falls, New York, $10. 

"Fishing on the Hudson River"— Fred. J. 
Stein, 14 Maiden Lane, New York, second 
prize, $5. 


"Kingbird" — John Schrick, 169 Manner 
street, Buffalo, New York. 

"The Mighty Hunter"— Crawlis C. Hollcy, 
134 West Ridge street, Marquette, Mich. 

"A Quiet Sunday," Jos. H. Berger, War- 
ren, Pa. 

"A New Fly" — Grannie Smith, Preston, 

"Youth at the Helm" — Arthur Inkersley, 
508 Montgomery street, San Francisco, Cak 

The following pictures received commenda- 
tion : 

"Plenty"— R. J. Benford, Johnson, Pa. 

"Deer" — Patrick Christianson, Staughton, 

"A Three Takes a Jack"— A. H. Stribey, 

"Rapids" — John A. Hanson, Milwaukee, 

"Waiting" — Harry Fancher, Chicago, 111. 

"A Queer Brood"— Mildred Eastman, St. 
Paul, Minn. 



Awarded Second Prize in Recreation's Photographic Competition. 

Photograph by Mr. Fred J. Stein, New York. 

"At Home"— J. T. Collins, Warsaw, N. Y. 

"Recreation," Central Park — John J. Allen, 
New York. 

"Lunch in Camp" — Fred. J. Stine, New 

"Chipmunk" — Granny Smith, Preston, 

"The Wolf Hunt" — Crosby G. Davis, Ore- 

"Rattlesnake"- — Fred. Vandewark, Grover, 

"Lunch"— L. W. Shark, Almoor, Mich. 

"Elk, Junior" — Geo. W. Rinner, Newstock, 
Ont., Can. 


Editor Recreation. 

I have been reading Mr. Mason's article in 
the May number on Bromide Enlarging with 
a hand camera, and without special apparatus 
other than what can easily be contrived at 
home by any one. What he says is all right 
as far as it goes, but he doesn't go into the 
details of the operation fully enough to steer 
an amateur clear of several bad snags. I 
have done a good deal of this work and find 
there is much uncertainty about it, even after 
several years of practice and experience. 

My camera being a folding pocket Kodak, 
I followed the booklet on bromide enlarging 
issued by the Kodak Company, and used 
Eastman's bromide .papers, Standard, Royal, 
and Platino. They recommend amidol for 
developing these papers, but I found nothing 
equal to Seed's M. H. powders, mixed with 
four ounces of water to each, and not double 
strength as for Velox. Enlargement tends 
to flatten out the contrasts and dull the sharp- 
ness of detail, and in developing we must 
strive to lose as little as possible of these. 
The paper can be safely handled in front of 
a large window of two thicknesses of post- 
office paper, and the orange light shows up 
the tones much better than a ruby light. The 
image comes up much slower than in the case 
of velox, and it can be coaxed and doctored 
better on this account. Blisters are liable to 
appear on some sorts of bromide paper; salt 
in the washing waters will help prevent them, 
and do not let running water fall on the wet 
prints. I found it best to thoroughly swab 
the paper with a soft brush and let it soak a 
moment in clean water before beginning de- 

Mr. Mason says nothing about ground 
glass in front of the negative, and though I 
cannot say it is indispensable, never having 


i 5 8 


tried to do without it, it was described in my 
booklet as a very important part of the equip- 
ment. It serves to equalize the light and 
blend out any imperfections in the negative, 
like flaws in the glass or specks in the film. 

Few will be so fortunate as to have a win- 
dow with an unobstructed sky front and 
without it a reflector outside the glass is 
needed. A mirror is best, but a sheet of 
white cardboard will answer; it should be 
tilted to an angle of forty-five degrees, re- 
flecting light from the zenith. Sharpness of 
focus is very important, and I found I could 
do best by using the largest stop and then 
cutting down to about 32 for exposure. I 
also use a reading glass when focusing. 1 
tried a panel of ground glass in the center of 
the board on which I pin the bromide paper, 
but it was no 
help to me. A 
hard white pa- 
per with glossy 
surface, like 
bristol board;, 
worked best. 

If one has a 
ray screen it 
will be per- 
fectly safe to 
pin up the bro- 
mide paper 
while the pic- 
ture is thrown 
on it if the 
screen is over 
the lens; this 
insures getting 
just as much 
or as little of 
the negative as 
you wish into 
the print, and I 
found it quite 
an advantage. 
Any yellow 
glass will do 
quite as well as the most expensive screen. 

I had so much of this work to do that I 
made a kit which resembled a printing frame 
with open back into which the negative and 
ground glass were easily inserted and quickly 
clamped. It slides in grooved wooden up- 
rights on the end of a board to which the 
camera and easel are firmly fixed. All three 
being thus rigidly held in line, there is no 
chance for "joggling" of the outfit. Also I 
graduated the easel and camera slides and 
keep a record for each negative, by which I 
can duplicate the focus and the degree of en- 
largement without going all over the original 
experimenting every time. 

I made a square frame, fitting tightly 
against the grooved slides, and attached it to 
my window-shutter by a bellows of red felt. 
Two hooks hold it firmly against the slides, 
shutting out all white light, yet allowing the 

camera board to be tilted or swung and the 
negative kit to be quickly removed or re- 
placed. Some of these conveniences would 
perhaps not be worth making if one is to 
make but a few enlargements, but as soon as 
you get where you can do really good work 
you are likely to find quite a demand for en-> 
largements from your best negatives. I sold 
nearly a dozen, of a certain fine river scene. 
My negatives are 2>Va x 4 l A, and I have not 
been able to get satisfactory enlargements 
from these on a larger scale than 10 x 12. 
3V2 by 3^2' inches work well up to 8x10 
inches. I prefer the warm tones of Royal 
bromide paper for prints as large as 8x10 
inches, but the detail comes out better with 
Standard and Platino. The developer will 
stand much more bromide solution than one 

would expect, 
and I have 
found its liberal 
use helps to in- 
crease the con- 
trast. Finally, 
do not expect 
to get twelve 
good enlarge- 
ments out of a 
dozen sheets of 
bromide paper. 
E. R. Plaisted, 


Consolation Prize-Winner Recreation's Photographic Compe- 
tition. Photograph by Mr. John M. Schreck, Buffalo, N. Y. 


The Appel- 
late Court of 
1 1 1 i n o is has 
just decided 
that the public 
has a right to 
fish and hunt 
o n navigable 
waters without 
regard to the 
ownership of the land beneath. Under 
the new ruling, any person may navigate the 
waters of these preserves and fish or hunt 
to their heart's content. 

The decision upholds the lower court. John 
A. Schulte, owning 2,000 acres of submerged 
lands, asked for an injunction restraining 
Meredith Warren and others from fishing 
and hunting over this tract. The court de- 
nied the request. On Schulte's land there 
were several lakes connecting with the Illi- 
nois River and navigable for commercial pur- 
poses. When the government put in a dam 
below him these lakes overflowed perman- 
ently and submerged his acres. 

The court held that a person navigating 
a stream is not required to carry a chart to 
determine where the limits of the bed of the 
stream exists, that he may know whether 
he is above private or public land. 



There is a great lack of public sympathy 
with the Fish and Game Commission of Ohio, 
and the gain is, consequently, small. The 
commission fears that succeeding generations 
may find the whitefish and herring of Lake 
Erie, and the wild duck and quail, extinct, 
unless the strong arm of the law, upheld and 
sustained by public opinion, is interposed. 

The Fish and Game Commission, as a re- 
sult of careful study, recommends that, in a 
general way, the Ontario law be adapted to 
Ohio conditions, with such amendments and 
concessions as might seem desirable. It was 
considered a fair set of regulations, that 
would have inured to the ultimate benefit of 
the fishermen themselves. Its essential fea- 
tures were : A close season during the spawn- 
ing period of whitefish and herring; a prohi- 
bition against taking under-sized fish ; a lim- 
itation of the number of nets to be used, and 
establishing proscribed areas and places, such 
as around islands, reefs, bays and rivers ; 
clearly defining and classifying game and 
commercial fish; prohibiting the sale of fish 
to fertilizer or glue factories ; prohibiting the 
use of explosives and poisons. 

Under the present law there are practically 
no restrictions. Accurate statistics of the 
catch of fish in the American waters of Lake 
Erie are not obtainable, but the figures gath- 
ered carefully by the Ontario Government 
show that the herring catch was 788,616 
pounds in 1899, and had fallen to 93,394 
pounds in 1903. Also, that the white fish 
catch in 1902 was 95,429 pounds and in 1903 
but 41,698 pounds, though more men were 

According to the latest estimate, 2,500 miles 
of gill nets are used by American fishermen 
on Lake Erie, some fishers setting as much 
as 30 miles of nets. The only bright fea- 
ture of the report is that the spawn obtained 
in 1904 was abundant and of fine quality. 
One hundred and twenty-five million white- 
fish and herring eggs were undergoing hatch- 
ing at the Ohio hatchery, 300,000,000 at the 
Put-in-Bay station, and many more at other 
points. If good protective laws could be en- 
forced, such re-stocking would soon restore 
the fisheries to their former condition. Black 
bass are suffering very heavily through the 
trap nets. 

The commission is strongly in favor of the 
bill introduced into the national House of 
Representatives by Mr. Shiras, of .Pennsylva- 

nia, making wild fowl and other migratory 
birds federal property. 

The winter of 1903-4 had a disastrous ef- 
fect upon quail. When the report was issued 
it was hoped that the winter of 1904-5 would 
be a mild one. This we know not to have 
been the case. The chances are that the stock 
of quail is now very much reduced in North- 
ern Ohio. 


A prospectus of the Canadian Camp Club 
has been received at this office. From the 
array of high-grade sportsmen, explorers and 
naturalists connected with this organization, 
and from what is claimed in the prospectus, 
this promises to be one of the largest and 
finest clubs of its kind in existence. 

The Club is situated in the Province of 
Ontario. It will be a good headquarters from 
which to range over a territory extending 
from Georgian Bay on Lake Huron to Hud- 
son Bay. 

There is probably no club which will have 
the variety of game, and so large a number 
of lakes and sti earns teeming with fish as 
this club. Explorers and naturalists will be 
in their element. Moose, caribou, ducks and 
grouse breed in abundance. 

One of the most attractive features of the 
club is the opportunity given for exploration. 
A very large area of this country has never 
known the footprints of the white man, and 
is almost unknown to the government sur- 
veyors. Another attractive feature is that 
lakes and streams will bear the name of the 

The Mississaga river, which flows through 
the heart of the club tract, offers to the ca- 
noeist as fine scenery and as exhilarating 
sport as any river on this continent. There 
are 100 or more safe rapids which can be 
shot, and high, picturesque falls throughout 
the 300-mile course of this river, through 
virgin forest. This will veritably be a para- 
dise to lovers of nature. 

In the center of this magnificent territory 
the Canadian government has made a forest- 
reserve of 3,000 square miles, immediately 
north of Lake Wahquekobing, on which the 
principal clubhouse of the club is situated. 

The plan of the club is not to permit the 
woodsman's axe or the pot-hunter's weapon 
within its territory. 

A yacht anchorage has already been select- 
ed on Georgian Bay, and a clubhouse will be 




built for the comfort of the members who 
own yachts. A similar house may be erected 
on Hudson Bay. A commodious clubhouse 
is being built at the watershed of Hudson 
Bay and Georgian Bay, near the C. P. R., 
and cabins are to be erected throughout the 
entire length of this route. 

To form some idea of how many Ameri- 
cans go to Canada for recreation, we are in- 
formed that not less than 60,000 tickets were 
sold last year to parties who wished to visit 
the Muskoka region alone. 

This club was organized by the officers of 
the Canadian Camp, which is at present the 
largest sportsmen's social organization. The 
dinners of the Camp, which consist almost 
wholly of big game, killed by its members, 
have become famous. 

The Canadian Camp Club is limited to 500. 


Since Recreation claims to be a magazine 
of the people, for the people and by the peo- 
ple, that will make me your editor, and while 
your editor has been busy with your plans 
for the purchase and preservation of the buf- 
falo, he has heard from private sources that 
the ranchmen and settlers of Cora, Fremont 
County, Wyoming, have been living exclu- 
sively on antelope meat during the closed 
season, and that the game wardens of Wyo- 
ming do not molest settlers for killing an- 
telopes in or out of season, but use all their 
energies to "pinch," as the letter expresses 
it, the outsider who comes there to hunt. 

We do not know what the population of 
this county is, but we do know that a few 
husky cow-punchers can consume a great 
amount of meat in a season, and we also 
know that, when a law is passed it is in- 
tended to be a law for the whole people, re- 
gardless of their social or political position, 
and that it is not intended that the game war- 
den or any other official shall be an autocrat 
who may, at will, administer the law for one 
set of people and omit to apply it to another 
set. We would like to hear from the game 
warden of Fremont County in regard to this 
matter. The antelope cannot long exist 
under such conditions, and we would like to 
call the attention of the Governor of Wyom- 
ing to the reported state of affairs in this 
county and hear what the game wardens have 
to say for themselves. This is a serious mat- 
ter, not only for Wyoming, but for the United 
States of America, and we wish all the 
people who are interested in the preservation 
of these beautiful and unique animals to con- 
sider it their personal duty to write and in- 
vestigate the affairs in Wyoming. The range 
of the antelope is now practically limited to a 
little strip of country of which Wyoming is 
the biggest part. 

Killing these animals in the closed season 

not only means the loss of the animals killed, 
but also leaves the young unprotected to die 
from starvation or become the prey to coy- 
otes, eagles, vultures and hawks. Under the 
circumstances, no woman with the instinct 
of a mother should allow her husband, sweet- 
heart, or brother, or any man over whom she 
has influence, to kill antelope or any other 
animal /during the closed season. 

We also want to call the attention of the 
National Association of Audubon Societies 
to this state of affairs, and while we know 
that they are principally interested in the 
birds, at the same time we are helping them 
in their good work and we ask Mr. William 
Dutcher, the president of the National Asso- 
ciation, to use his influence, through the me- 
dium of his societies, to help us in our work. 
We must stand shoulder to shoulder to pro- 
tect these creatures, not from the vicious but 
from the thoughtless. 

Speaking of the Audubon societies, we will 
quote here what Mr. Dutcher has to say 
about the buffalo in his address to his con- 
stituents : 


"Scarcely more than a generation ago the buffalo 
ranged the western plains in countless herds, their 
numbers so great that no written estimate can be 
considered an exaggeration. Those who were 
fortunate enough to see one of these great hosts 
surging over the prairies little thought that in a 
few short years the buffalo would simply be a part 
of history. This noble beast was exterminated 
by man with a butchery so ignoble that it is sicken- 
ing to dwell upon. The few dollars received for 
the hide was the incentive for this national dis- 
grace. Almost at the same hour that the buffalo were 
vanishing, another of the wonders of this continent 
was also being ruthlessly and recklessly destroyed. 
Early writers tell of flocks of wild pigeons so large that 
the account of their numbers verges on the fabulous. 
Where are these countless winged hosts to-day? 
All gone. Why? Simply that a limited number 
of men without thought for the future might gather 
a few dollars by sacrificing millions upon millions 
of harmless and beautiful forms. 

"These two great assets of the people, of use and 
beauty, were improvidently wasted, because no 
public-spirited persons or association had the fore- 
sight or interest to protect them from the small 
band of selfish men who were the destroyers. The 
passing of the buffalo and wild pigeon is a forceful 
commentary on the indifference of the people of 
those days. Are the people of this generation 
showing any greater degree of interest in the wild 
life of the present day?" 

In this connection it gives me pleasure to 
say that I have received a very charming let- 
ter from Daniel K. Hall, who is seconding 
our movement for the preservation of the^ 
buffalo in a very effective manner. He has 
already succeeded in having the following 
resolutions passed by the Glen Cove Club, 
the Hempstead Flarbor Yacht Club, Sea Cliff 
Yacht Club, Nassau Country Club, of Long 
Island, and states that others will follow be- 
fore Congress meets : 

"Whereas, The American bison, once so 
numerous upon the Western plain, is threat- 
ened with extinction by reason of the wanton 
destruction of thousands of these noble ani- 



mats during the opening of the West to set- 
tlement ; and 

"Whereas, Experiments carried on in pri- 
vate parks have demonstrated that buffalo 
multiply rapidly under proper conditions; and 

"Whereas, We appreciate the importance 
cf immediate steps being taken to prevent the 
passing of these animals; therefore be it 

"Resolved, That we, the members of the 
Hempstead Harbor Yacht Club heartily en- 
dorse the proposition to have the few remain- 
ing bison taken up by the Government and 
maintained in suitable reservations." 

Three other clubs have passed these reser- 
vations, total four, others to hear from. 

"Attention Clubs : We want all out-door 
clubs to pass similar resolutions and send 
ih em to Recreation. Do it now and win the 
approbation of your fellow citizens. 

We have a letter from Prof. M. J. El rod, 
of the University of Montana, which will be 
found on another page. 

A recent letter from Howard Eaton, of 
Wolfe, Wyoming, also of .our committee, sug- 
gests two other forms of reservation. 

These things will be sifted out and when 
we have decided which is the best plan, it will 
be included in the bill now being drawn up 
by Recreation's lawyer, to be put before 

Our move so far has received the enthusi- 
astic support of everyone whose attention has 
been brought to the subject, and it looks as 
though the United States Buffalo Park will 
be assured after Congress meets. Neverthe- 
less, we cannot rest upon our oars until this 
thing is accomplished, and we again urge all 
our readers and all .our friends connected 
with the press of the United States to keep 
the agitation of this subject before the peo- 
ple, for the great heart of the American peo- 
ple always beats true, and the people can be 
depended upon to second any movement of 
this kind after it has been brought to their 

The reports from all .over the United States 
show a very encouraging condition in the 
game fields, with the possible exception of 
Florida and Minnesota. In Florida things 
seem to be very lax and when we asked for 
information there was a demand for money, 
which gives the appearance of established 
graft in that beautiful state. 

We say appearance, because that is the 
only state in the Union where such a demand 
has been made for information. 

From Minnesota we are getting many com- 
plaints of favoritism shown in the adminis- 
tration of the game laws, and the game war- 
den himself. , over his own signature, states 
that he has given orders to the subordinates 
not to molest certain parties. In other words, 
he assumes that he is not responsible to the 
people but to himself, for the administration 
of the laws. That is, the laws are to be en- 
forced only when it suits his pleasure, and 

justice and equal rights are not to be consid- 

This is a lamentable state of affairs, but 
we are now carrying on a correspondence 
with this gentleman and hope to bring him 
around to the point where he will realize that 
he is the servant of the people and not their 
master and dictator. Honestly, we think that 
it is ignorance and misconception of the 
meaning of the law that leads this man 
into making the mistakes and assuming a 
position which looks like the arrogance of a 
political boss. lie forgets that he is only the 
policeman and not the judge. 


The work of Charles Livingston Bull has 
attracted so much attention and we have 
heard so many favorable comments that we 
have determined to reproduce a drawing of 
his that appeared in the June issue of Rec- 
reation as our cover this month. We should 
have procured a new drawing had it been 
possible, but Mr. Bull's work is in such de- 
mand that his time was too fully occupied 
to make this possible. 

Competent critics tell us that our August 
cover is most unique a^*d striking; we be- 
lieve that our readers v, A\ say the same. 


Recreation does not recognize any inter- 
national boundary in matters of sportsman- 
ship and game protection. Our sympathies 
are as wide as the continent, and as deep as 
the depth thereof. It is, therefore, with the 
greatest sincerity that we offer our congratu- 
lations to the gentlemen who have banded 
themselves into The Fish and Game Protec- 
tive Association, that was founded at Toronto 
a few days ago. At the initial meeting of 
the association a pamphlet was submitted by 
Mr. A. Kelly Evans, which outlines the rea- 
sons that called the Association into being, 
and describes its aims and object. This 
pamphlet will be sent upon request to the sec- 
retary-treasurer, 25 Front street, East, To- 


Failing to obtain an appropriation from the 
state, Master Fish Warden Van Dusen, of 
Oregon, will be provided with a $5,000 motor 
boat by the cannery men and bankers of As- 
toria. The boat will be used for patrolling 
the salmon waters during the closed season. 
The officials in Washington were the first to 
use power boats in this work, and their suc- 
cess has actuated the fishing interests of her 
sister state to take similar action. 

The power boat is admirably fitted for such 
service, as there is no delay getting under 


wmM ^r^&ttm 


Those indefatigable experimenters, Messrs. 
Edward Taylor and W. G. Hudson, have 
been working up a smokeless powder load 
for target shooting, and have found one that 
seems able to hold its own with the best of 
black powder loads. No good results were 
obtained until they devised bullets that made 
a gastight fit without upset. 

The two bullets that were finally evolved 
were a 38-55 with five bands and four 
grooves, the three forward bands measuring 
.372 inches and the two rear bands .382 
inches, and a 32-40 on the same plan, of which 
the three forward bands measured .316 inch 
and the two rearmost bands .323 inch. 

The bullet was designed to cut as large and 
clean a hole as possible in the target, a point 
that veteran marksmen will appreciate at its 
true value. How many points are lost by the 
merest fraction of a line? 

In order to secure the greatest accuracy, 
it was deemed wise to seat the bullets ahead 
of the shell, and it was found necessary to — 
as Dr. Hudson calls it— "throat" the barrel 
at the breech, owing to the size of the rear 
bands of the bullets. Hard bullets were found 
to work better than the usual 1 to 16, or 1 
to 18; but when a harder bullet than 1 to 14 
was cast, antimony was substituted for tin. 

The two powders that gave best results 
were the Du Pont, No. 1, and Laflin & Rand 
Sharpshooter. "The charge of Du Pont No. 
1 was the shell filled and wadded with a blot- 
ting paper wad. The Sharpshooter powder 
was used in 18 gr. and 16 grs. loads, in the 
38-35 and the 32-40, respectively. These 
loads did not more than one-half fill the 
shells. In the 38-55 the experimenters set a 
.40 wad on the powder, and in the 32-40 the 
shells were corked until about to be used. 
Of the two powders the Sharpshooter gave 
rather the better results. Nitro-primers must 
be used for this powder, and Dr. Hudson 
prefers the 7^2 U. M. C. The targets ob- 
tained with these bullets from factory barrels 
were so good that there does not seem any 
need for special barrels. The recoil from 
these loads is very slight. 

It was found that patched bullets did not 
work better on the average than lubricated 
bullets. Dr. Hudson thinks that in ten years 
no one will be found using black powder, 
even for the fine work at the target. 

Riflemen owe Messrs. Taylor and Hudson 
a vote of thanks for their untiring efforts in 
devising new and improved loads. These 
results were first given out through the pages 
of "Shooting and Fishing." 


Editor Recreation : 

I subscribed for your valuable magazine 
just the month it underwent such a remark- 
able change. It is a fine magazine now. 

You doubtless wonder who I am, away 
back north here among the lakes and hills. 
When my school duties do not bind me down 
too closely I hunt and fish and enjoy myself 

If you would like to find Arden on the 
map, you have but to find the main line of 
the Canadian Pacific Railroad running from 
Montreal to Toronto, and where it passes 
through the middle of Frontenac County you 
will see Arden marked. It is a small village 
nestling among hills interspersed by beautiful 
little lakes. From the balcony of Lake View 
Summer Hotel you can see seven lakes, each 
a good spot to get a 'mess' of pike, pickerel, 
bass, or any of those gamy fellows, and 
which with their feeders afford excellent 
sport in the ducking season, while their 
woody banks and bushy slopes are ideal spots 
for the partridge. Deer are to be found in 
the thicker parts of the wooded country. 
Game is plentiful, and the game laws are 
fairly well observed. They are violated the 
more frequently by the settlers, who kill out 
of season for food. 

I read with great interest your section on 
guns and ammunition. It is wonderful the 
information that can be given in so few lines. 
But I am not content to read only. I would 
like to ask a few questions as well. 

1. Where in Canada can you procure the 
Three in One gun oil advertised in your col- 

2. Can you give a recipe to blue a barrel 
of a gun? I have a Marlin repeater which is 
losing its blue. Can I renew it? 

3. W r hat causes lead bullets to stick in a 
resizer of a 1894 model 32 W. S. repeating 
rifle loading tool? Also what can prevent it? 

4. Is there any way of preventing loaded 
shot shells from buckling? I mean forming 
a wrinkle near the metal head, when used 
a few times in a Marlin repeating shotgun? 




Winchester New Rivals don't do it, but Clay's 
do. Also, what is the best load in your esti- 
mation for the above gun, first with smoke- 
less powder, second, for black powder? 

If you desire any information about this 
section of country, or anything else that I 
can give you, I'll be very glad to help you 
in any way. 

Thanking you for publishing so fine a mag- 
azine, I remain, ever a subscriber, 

Frank J. Clarke, Arden, Ont. 

You can procure Three in One gun oil from 
T. W. Bo>d, sporting goods dealer, Notre 
Dame street, Montreal. 

If you will write to Mr. Gus. Habich, 121 
West Washington street, Indianapolis, Ind., 
he will send you particulars of a prepara- 
tion that he puts up for gun-bluing. If you 
succeed in restoring the bluing in your re- 
peater, you will, however, be more successful 
than most amateurs. I consider it a profes- 
sional's job. 

Lead bullets should not stick in a resizer 
if they are the proper size for such resizer to 
reduce. If you have permitted a steel resizer 
to become rusty inside, you are likely to have 
trouble. It should always be cleaned after 
using, and well greased before putting awav 

There is no way of preventing old shot- 
gun shells from buckling — it is a sign that 
they are worn out. The Eley shells sold in 
Canada are usually of a very poor quality, 
being culls, that were rejected for the home 

The standard load for a repeating shotgun, 
12 gauge, is 3 drachms of black powder and 
i l /g ounce shot. If you use smokeless, you 
should use the equivalent of this load. 
Smokeless powders vary in strength from 
year to year, as new issues are put on the 
market, but, according to the latest values, 
3 drs. of black powder are equal to 24 grs. 
Ballistite, t>3 g r s. Rifleite, 36 grs. New 
Schultze, or 24 grs. L. R. Infallible and 37 
grs. Du Pont, Hazard, or Alarm. 

Your repeater will handle either the 2%- 
inch shell or the 2^-inch shell. 

Send me in all the information you can 
about your part of Ontario, and I can as- 
sure you it will be very welcome, and Rec- 
reation will be pleased to publish it. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation. 

Would like your idea of the Elterich Patent 
rifle Bullet Shells. In using them will they 
harm a full-choked shotgun in any way, and 
what sights would you place on your gun? 
William Garner, Bremer, la. 

The Elterich Patent Rifle Shells may be 
used safely in any gun that is properly bored. 
The best sight for use for your shell would 
be either the Lyman or Marble rear sights. — 


Editor Recreation: 

I enclose sketch of a revolver that is in my 
possession. Can you give me any informa- 
tion concerning its make, rarity, and value? 

This arm was picked up on a Southern 
battlefield during the Civil War. It has no 
name or mark upon it besides the number 
"39o/' inside the lock plate, which is on the 
left-hand side. It has seven deep grooves, 
and is of very peculiar mechanism. The 
trigger guard forms a lever for the rammer, 
which works as shown in my sketch. 

The gun is n 7 /s inches long and weighs 
1 pound 9 ounces. It is of about 32 caliber, 
five-shot, and was originally of a brown fin- 
ish. The walnut stock is in good condition. 
The cylinder is engraved with hounds chas- 
ing deer; deer lying down; trees and part- 

Any information you can give me will be 
welcome. I have, myself, failed to find any 
one who saw or heard of a similar arm. 

Frank Shaw, Ironton, Ohio. 

The revolver in question is one of those 
made during the time of the Civil War by an 
English gunmaker named Adams. A number 
of these revolvers were sent to the Southern 
states by blockade-runners, and became the 
property of officers in the Confederate Army. 
Your pistol is a very fine example of these 
scarce and historic pistols. 

It is impossible to place a value upon such 
a weapon. If sold at forced sale, it would 
merely bring, in all probability, the price of 
so much old junk, while to a connoisseur, or 
for a national museum, it might be worth 
considerably more than a brand-new revolver. 

Francis Bannerman, 579 Broadway, is the 
only exclusive dealer in second-hand firearms 
in this city. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation : 

Will you kindly tell me what is, in your 

estimation, the best 22-caliber rifle and sights 

for target practice on a 75-foot range? 

Thanking you in advance for your kind favor, 

R. C. Rodman, Lyons, Iowa. 

There is no such thing as a "best 22-caliber 
rifle," if by that you mean the make. Any of 
the large makers, Remington, Stevens, Win- 
chester, make a rifle that will shoot just 
where you hold it. 

If you intend to shoot at 75-foot gallery 
range, I recommend you to choose a rifle ac- 
cording to the following specifications. 

Barrel, Octagon, 30-inch; caliber, 22 short; 
sights, Aperture; stock, Schutzen; trigger, 
Schutzen; weight, about 12 pounds; palm, 

Such a rifle will be absolutely accurate at 
75 feet, and the make may be safely left to 
your individual preference. — Editor. 



Editor Recreation : 

One would naturally suppose that a man 
looking for an ideal belt revolver would cer- 
tainly be able to select one from the innum- 
erable number of models, calibers, and styles 
of actions now on the market. While I ad- 
mit that there are many desirable weapons 
of this class now to be had, it is, I believe, 
a fact generally recognized by all well- 
informed shooters that in the matter of a belt 
gun there are many ways in which they may 
be improved. We have single action, double 
action, and hammerless (automatic pistols 
will not be considered in this article), and 
many different methods of ejecting the cart- 
ridges — automatic, simultaneous, or one at a 
time only, as in the old reliable Colt's Single 
Action — a gun that as the ideal belt gun, 
barring its objectionable weight, has never 
been equalled. We have rebounding locks, 
and safeties galore, and yet to my way of 
viewing this matter, the absolutely perfect 
belt gun has yet to be manufactured. 

The gun that the frontiersman, or any man 
of experience, car- 
ried where he 
wanted a weapon 
that might be need- 
ed at any time on 
which his life might 
depend, was, nine- 
ty-nine cases in a t 
hundred, the old re- J 
liable Colt's Fron- M 
tier or Army 
.44-40 and .45 caliber 
and one or two of these, on the bor- 
der, were considered as essential to a 
man as the clothes he wore. There were 
Other revolvers to be had, Single and Double 
action — but none that were tolerated as was 
this Single-action Colts, and it's only natural 
to ask, "Why?" There must have been a 
reason. So there was, and here it is : It 
was a gun that would stand more use and 
abuse than any other gun that could be had, 
when guns were carried from necessity; nor 
is there a gun made today that surpasses 
it in the above respects. It was a gun that 
for "fit'' and "hang" in a man's hand was 
unequalled. The stock and hammer were of 
proper proportions; large enough to be found 
in the dark. The stock fitted the hand per- 
fectly, and when thrown down the barrel 
came naturally in line with the target instead 
of pointing "skywards," as is the case in some 
of the more modern guns. The hammer — 
the lever, properly speaking, that operated the 
machinery — had sufficient leverage to operate 
the gun, however, badly rusted it might be. 
Look at some of the little hammers on some 
of the late model revolvers. Little show here 
to throw the thumb around the hammer, and 
expect the gun, as it is thrown down, to be 
cocked by its own weight ! Some find no lit- 

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Single Action, 

tie amusement in ridiculing the .45 because 
it made some dozen or so of "clicks" every 
time it was cocked, sounding somewhat like 
the noise created by a brick dashing through 
dead timber — but to the man that had used 
these for a score or more of years every 
"click" meant "reliable," "never fail," "stand- 
by," etc. 

If these guns were so nearly perfect it 
would be but natural to ask, "What is wrong 
with them today? The factory is still turn- 
ing them out, and so far as can be seen they 
are still up to the old standard." But that 
gun, from the up-to-date shooter's view, is 
lacking in several important respects. The 
method of loading and extraction is too slow. 
The gun is too heavy and the caliber too 
large. It is true that it can be had in cali- 
bers as small as .32-20, but as this is with the 
.45 frame, the gun weighs more than the .44 or 
.45. Manufacturers make a great mistake in 
building small caliber guns on frames de- 
signed for larger fires. This will apply to 
some rifles as well as revolvers. It is neces- 
sary to make a 38.40 on a .44-40 frame, but 

no such necessity 
exists regarding the 
.32-20. * I have often 
pointed this out in 
different magazines, 
and first mentioned 
it in Recreation 
some eight years 

For saddle work 
the 45's may be all 
right, but where is the man that rides contin- 
ally? This gun, or any other caliber made on 
.45 frame, is altogether too heavy for a man 
afoot — they weight him down too much for 
an all day's tramp, and what is wanted is a 
lighter weapon using the .38 Smith & Wes- 
son special cartridge, a cartridge that is about 
the equal of the .45 for penetration, with suf- 
ficient killing power for all practical purposes,, 
and, as regards accuracy, without a peer. 
This is a cartridge that can be used on small 
game without mutilating, yet large enough to 
kill a deer or similar game handily, and, 
should occasion require, large enough for a 
man in a "tight corner" to "shoot out" with- 
out difficulty. 

"Very well," say you, "if this is all true, 
why not use some of the revolvers now made 
for this cartridge? The Smith & Wesson 
and Colts' people are both turning out these 
guns in regular and target models, and on 
small frames, too." Yes, my friend, that's 
all true, but those guns are double action, 
the stocks and hammers could be improved, 
and a small, shapely trigger guard should 
supplant the large ones that the double-action 
feature in these guns necessitates. Of course 
these guns can be used single action if one 
so desires, but as they wish to use them this 
way about all the time, why not have a single 

IN. barrel. 



action and done with it? A much neater ap- 
pearing gun can be small single action, and 
as they are more handy to use single action 
than to use a double action this way, why not 
have them made single action ? How many 
would buy the double-action gun if a single 
action properly proportioned to take the .38 
Smith & Wesson special cartridge could be 
had? Please tell me how you would suggest 
making a more desirable belt gun — a gun 
that would meet with the approval of shoot- 
ers everywhere — than one put up as follows? 
Chambered for .38 Smith & Wesson special 
caliber eartridge, single action, with 6 to 6 l / 2 
barrel, to weigh 30 ounces, swing-out cylin- 
der, with stock, hammer and trigger guard 
modeled after the Colts Single-Action Fron- 
tier and Army? 

On regular guns the rear sight cut into re- 
ceiver (receiver at this point to be perpen- 
dicular as in the Colt's Single Action, and 
sight notch protected from wear — which, 
should this occur, would cause it to glisten — 
by the hammer) ; the front sight base to be 
a part of the barrel, and slotted, which would 
enable the shooter to attach any sight to his 
gun that would appeal to his peculiar fancy 
— Sheard's, Lyman's, etc. 

The manufacturers have promised, should 
sufficient demand develop, to bring out these 
guns. As it is the shooters that create the 
demand, it naturally follows that they must 
make the same known. Let us hear from all 
interested, and if this subject receives a small 
part of the attention it deserves we may ex- 
pect to see the new gun on the market soon. 
Ashley A. Haines, B. C. 


Editor Recreation. 

Will some of the readers of Recreation 
kindly let me know as to the merits of the 
Colt's Automatic pistol, 38-caliber pocket 
size? I wish to know their opinion as to 
accuracy, penetration and shocking power, 
smooth working, mechanism, etc., and if they 
think it would do for big game at close 

T. W. S., St. Paul, Minn. 

The 38-caliber Automatic Colt pistols are 
extremely accurate, and as they use special 
smokeless ammunition, they develop a very 
flat trajectory. The penetration is about 8 
inches in pine, with a velocity of 1,065 feet 
sees. — Editor. 

ton, Ohio," query, "Why the Tin," in the 
June number, just to hand. I had ordered a 
quantity of lead and tin from Winnipeg, and 
they sent me solder, which J have made into 
bullets for my Winchester .38-55, but before 
using would like to know if, in your opinion, 
they will Strip in the barrel. 

You certainly arc making Recreation in- 
teresting, which it was not invariably before 
the change. Hoping for your continued suc- 

Archibald J. Bliss, Ontario, Canada. 

The composition of solder is so variable 
that I cannot tell you just how your bullets 
will act. I do not think they will strip, but 
you will possibly find that they will lead your 
rifle. We once cast a quantity of bullets, of 
solder, and they leaded the ride, so that the 
same result may follow in your case. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation. 

I am a subscriber to Recreation, and de- 
sire an answer to the following question: I 
am the owner of a 38-55 caliber, Model '94, 
Winchester. This rifle was built for the black 
powder cartridge with lead bullet. Kindly 
tell me will it damage the rifling if I shoot 
low-pressure smokeless and nickel-cased bul- 

Also, would it be wise to use, when I want 
a heavy charge, the high-velocity, smokeless 
cartridges ; as, for instance, when hunting 
deer? We have quite a bit of hunting up 
here, and deer are plentiful. 

E. F. Pinnington, Nipissing, Ontario. 

P. S. — My rifle, I may add, has not a nickel 
steel barrel. 

You may use either the smokeless cart- 
ridges made by the Winchester Repeating 
Arms Co., or the Winchester High-Velocity 
cartridges ; only, in the latter case you will 
require to re-sight your rifle, as the trajectory 
will be very much flattened, and } r ou will 
shoot high with ordinary sights. 

These charges exert less pressure in the 
barrel than the old black-powder charges. 
Consequently, there is no danger in using 
them. — Editor. 


Editor Recreation. 

I notice your correspondent's "Rifle, Day 


Editor Recreation : 

Many men leave the buying of their rifle 
until they are ready to start on a hunt. To 
such let me say — buy well ahead and learn 
to know your shooting iron ; so shall ye 
avoid disappointment. 

J. A. B., Lynn, Mass. 



A friend of mine from Watervleit, N. Y., 
and myself were camping out near Plattsburg 
on the" shores of Lake Champlain, gunning, 
fishing and having the general good time that 
such a vigorous life affords. 

Every morning we would take our rods and 
tackle and row out around Valcour island, a 
spot noted for its large bass, pike and pick- 
erel. The water on the southern side of the 
island is from twenty to forty feet deep, and 
clear as crystal. We started out one morn- 
ing about 5 130 and traveled around the is- 
land for an hour or so with poor luck, only 
landing two small fish. As we had some live 
bait and we desired to try our luck at cast- 
ing for black bass, we drifted inshore to a 
place called "The Caves," where the water 
had worn the rock of the cliffs into all sorts 
of fantastic shapes, and we had very good 
luck, for in less than an hour we landed seven 
beauties between us, when we concluded that 
we had enough sport for one day and were 
about to disjoint our rods, when our atten- 
tion was attracted by two men who were 
rowing slowly toward us in a St. Lawrence 
cedar skiff. 

They were particularly noticeable, as the 
man handling a Bristol steel rod in the stern 
must have weighed between two hundred and 
fifty and three hundred pounds, and as his 
companion at the oars did not weigh one-half 
of that, the result is better imagined than 
described. The skiff resembled a new moon, 
with the bow high in the air, and the oars- 
man nearly as high. 

Well, " 'tis to laugh," and so we did-- 'at 
the expense of the other fellows" ; but we 
laughed too soon, as subsequent events will 

As they pulled slowly by, my friend drew 
my attention to their spoon, revolving like 
a live thing in the clear water, and as we 
watched, a long, dark-green body shot past 
the spoon about two or three feet. There 
was a splurge in the water, a momentary 
glimpse of a white belly, the spoon disap- 
peared and then there were doings in the 
skiff as the rod bent double in his hands. The 
fat man reclining in the stern promptly threw 
his feet in the air, in a vain endeavor to gain 
a sitting posture, but hung on to the rod 
like grim death. His companion hastily drop- 
ped the oars and made a wild dive for the 
bow, apparently to even her up a bit, as the 

stern gunwale was perilously near the sur- 

Then followed as pretty a battle royal as 
ever I witnessed. First he was under the 
boat, the next off towards the open, in a mad 
rush, "the reel singing merrily" ; now we get 
a glimpse of him as he broaches heavily and 
falls back with a splash ; now he pulls against 
the line and sulks, and the fat man reels in 
slowly; but he's off again, and this time he 
sounds until the line is almost straight down 
under the skiff. The fat man reels in rapid- 
ly, as the fish comes up again, and he 
broached' once more less than twenty feet 
away from our boat ; he kept up these tactics 
for more than ten minutes before he tired. 
Then they brought him alongside, a gleam of 
steel and the gaff sunk into his side, a last 
feeble flap, and all is over. 

We rowed nearer to get a look at him, and 
the fat man perspiring but proud, held him up 
for our inspection. It was a monster musca- 
longe, weighing between twenty-five and 
twenty-eight pounds. 


The Committee had been discussing ways 
and means, and were now discussing a very 
good lunch. 

The conversation had ranged over many 
subjects, and now a chance remark from the 
doctor on the long, severe winter, and the' 
opinion that there would be an early spring, 
brought the statement from the wife of the 
bishop, at the head of the table, that she knew 
spring was coming, for she found the bishop 
sorting over his fishing tackle only that 
morning, his study table being all covered 
with hooks and lines, and flies of all kinds 
and colors. 

As the doctor, the lawyer, and the clergy- 
man were enthusiastic fishermen, this brought 
on an animated discussion on that subject. 

Fishing in mountain streams for brook 
trout, in the lakes of Maine and Canada and 
Labrador for salmon, followed. 

The doctor said he always considered 
Queen of the Water, Yellow Sally and tht 
Royal Coachman, three of the best flies for 
brook trout, while the lawyer said that Bee 
Pond and Dragon were among the best for 
lake trout. Fishing stories followed, and at 
last the bishop, who is a great authority on 
that sport, was called on for a story. 

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"I fear my stories arc all old to you," he 
said. "You have heard them all, I think, but 
I have just called to mind a novel way of 
fishing that I saw once. I was on a fishing 
trip near Bodine's Station, on the Northern 
Central Railway, above Williamsport, Pa., 
with a party of friends. 

"The early part of the day we had fished 
the streams for trout, separating and trying 
the different streams alone and agreeing to 
meet at a millpond near by, later in the day, 
and try for pickerel. 

"While on a small stream alone I had rath- 
er a unique experience. 

"I had a good-sized trout on the hook, and 
was playing him carefully, when a strange 
kind of cough drew my attention to the op- 
posite side of the stream, and there stood a 
good-sized black bear looking at me with 
great interest. As the stream was only four 
or five feet wide, I concluded it would be bet- 
ter for me to try some other stream, and I 
left rather suddenly. 

I stopped for just a second to glance over 
my shoulder, and found that the bear was 
going quickly in the opposite direction, he 
being evidently as much in fear of me as I 
was of him, so I returned to the brook. 
About noon we met at the millpond and soon 
caught a few pickerel. 

"The mill owner came out to ask us, 'What 

"We asked him if he fished; he answered, 
'Yes,' and that he thought he could show us 
a new way of fishing. 

" 'What do you use ?' he asked ; we told him 
a spinner or spoon hook with worms, small 
frogs, or other bait. 

"He asked for a couple of yards of line 
and two hooks, baited with live minnows, and 
rowed out in his boat to where a few geese 
were swimming. He caught two of them, 
fixed the lines to a foot of each and put them 
in the water again. The geese swam off and 
before long there was a splash from the first 
goose, a flutter of wings, and we could tell 
that a fish was on the line. In a few mo- 
ments the other hook had one also. 

"Then there was a lively time ; the geese, 
frightened, tried to fly, but the pickerel in 
the water held them down. Then the fish 
tried to dive, but the geese held them up. 
The mill owner finally came to the rescue, 
rowed out and caught the geese and took off 
the fish. He came back, bringing two fine 
pickerel of about three or four pounds apiece. 
We were all expert fishermen, well up in all 
kinds of fishing, bait, etc., but this was to us 
a noyel way of fishing." 

City, N. J. The fish that are most often 
taken are weakfish, kingfish, flounders, bass, 
perch, Cape May Goodies; and, outside, in 
the open, we get bluefish, weakfish and 

We use for bait shrimp, shedder crab, 
mussel, clam and red worms. Our tackle is 
either a hand line or a light rod and reel. 
We have plenty of boats for hire, the price 
being usually about seventy-five cents a day 
for a rowboat, and $5.00 for a small sailing 
yacht, with a man to sail her. 

The Hotel Biscayne may be recommend- 
ed, the rates being $2.50 and up. 

Herbert C. Smith, Ocean City, N. J. 


Editor Recreation : 

Magnificent fishing may be had during 
July, August and September at Great Egg 
Harbor Bay and tributaries, near Ocean 


Editor Recreation : 

The St. Clair Flats, "The Venice of 
America," have long been known as the haunt 
of the black bass. They are in lake St. Clair, 
nine miles from the mainland. The flats are 
reached from Detroit, Michigan, by steamer, 
three times a day, the distance being twenty- 
five miles. 

In order to achieve success as a bass fisher- 
man it will be necessary to employ a guide, 
or punter, as they are called ; these punters 
formerly used a row or sail boat, but now 
each is the owner of a gasoline launch, mak- 
ing it very easy to reach the fishing grounds. 
A punter charges for his services and use of 
boat four dollars per day, and the start is 
usually made at daylight or earlier. The 
day's catch will depend much upon the skill 
of the punter, as black bass are continually 
moving in schools from place to place, and 
it is only by long experience that one can 
tell where to find them. In the spring they 
are found only in shallow water, moving into 
the deep channels about the end of August. 
The best fishing at this time of year is on 
the Canadian side of the lake, the open sea- 
son beginning there on June 15th. In order 
to fish in Canadian waters it is necessary for 
an American to have a license. This will 
cost five dollars, and can be secured from 
the game warden, who will no doubt appear 
on the scene just after one has started to 
fish. The baits used for black bass are chubs 
and shiners; the small craw is also used by 
many fishermen. 

For those who do not care to indulge in 
the more strenuous sport of bass-fishing, 
there are perch, pike, rock bass, silver bass, 
and pickerel. These can be caught in large 

Punters are not required to fish for other 
than black bass, as any one can give infor- 
mation as to where they can be caught. 

There are many good hotels on the Flats, 
and a telephone cable connects with the 
mainland. Mail is delivered by steamer four 
times a day. 

Harry C. McKee, St. Clair Flats, Mich, 

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Editor Recreation : 

We have excellent sea fishing off George- 
town; in fact, there is none better along the 
seacoast of South Carolina. The fish caught 
are sea bass, blackfish, sailor s choice, king- 
fish, drum and sheepshead. We use clams 
and shrimps for bait, and most local fisher- 
men use a handline, but a sea rod with reel 
to suit would often afford better sport. 

We have several steam launches that may- 
be hired from $7 to $10 a day. Very good 
accommodations may be obtained at the 
Tourists' Hotel, rates $2.50 to $3 a day. 

In the way of fresh water fish, we have 
yellow perch, black bass and German carp. 
W. G. Harvey, Georgetown, S. C. 


Editor Recreation : 

We have excellent bass, pike, perch, blue- 
gills, brook trout, rock bass and mascalonge 
fishing, and it will continue until November. 

We use as baits, artificial minnows, live 
minnows, and frogs. On some of our lakes 
there are boats, but to many of them you 
must carry your own craft. 

The Dunham Hotel, at Manistee, is a com- 
fortable hostelry; its rates are $2 to $2.50. 
The Manistee Grand Rapid Railroad have 
boats that they run at reasonable rates, de- 
livering these boats at points where they are 
to be used. The following are the names of 
hotels on the line of the M. & G. R. railroad, 
together with their rates, and the rivers near 
which they are situated : 

Dunham House, Manistee, already given; 
Metropolitan Hotel, Manistee, $1.25 (Little 
Manistee). Marsh Camp Hotel, Tomlins, 
$1.50 (Sauble River, Lake Manistee). M. 
Roach Hotel, Milleton, $1.00 (Sauble River. 
Silver, McCarthy and Black creeks). Kelly 
House, Canfield, $1.50 (Little Manistee). 
Matthews House, Luther, $1 (Little Manis- 
tee, Pine River), John Nelson House, and 
Edgett's, $1 (Pine River). Section House, 
River Bank, $1 (Pine River). Dighton 
House, Dighton, $1 (Highland creek, four 

Charles R. Harris, Manistee, Mich. 


Editor Recreation : 

I want to go somewhere to have two or 
three weeks' good fishing, if. possible, trout 
or salmon, but cannot go away before the 
latter part of July or August, and I know 
from past experience that this is not as good 
a time as either earlier or later in the season. 
I had thought somewhat of trying Moose- 

luemaguntic Lake for the trout and salmon, 
stopping at Bald Mt. Camp, or the Bellgrade 
lake for bass. 

Which of these places would you advise, or 
can you suggest some other place where you 
think I will have just as good or better fish- 
ing, not so far away? , I am well fixed for 
either bait or fly fishing, so far as rods and 
reels are concerned, but have no flies. Will 
I need them where you suggest? 

I would like to say a whole lot of nice 
things about the new Recreation. Wishing 
you every success. 

Samuel Dunseith, New Jersey. 

W T e are sending you a book describing the 
fishing at Bellgrade lakes. We think you 
will make no mistake in going there, even as 
late as August. There are lake trout in the 
lakes which are taken trolling, and you can 
get all the bass you want with bait. 

During this month (June )the bass take 
the fly, and some heavy catches have been 

If you wish to have trout fishing with the 
fly in August there is excellent fishing in 
the neighborhood of Square and Eagle lakes, 
beyond Ashland, and in the neighborhood of 
Ft. Kent in Aroostook County, although the 
accommodations there will not be as good as 
at the Bellgrade. — Editor. 

"The Tyranny of the Dark," by Hamlin 
Garland, is a novel of the unseen and the un- 
real. No one can resist the fascination of 
the mysteries and real problems of this typi- 
cal American romance. It deals in a vivid 
fashion with certain undercurrents that con- 
tinually stir the surface of our actual life, 
Hamlin Garland has woven together the sun- 
set coloring of the western mountains, the 
social life and scientific progress of New York 
and certain startling phases of spiritualism. 

The idyl of a young professor's love for a 
beautiful daughter of the Rockies, who is ap- 
parently a medium of rare psychic power, is 
in the author's happiest vein. The real charm 
of the novel lies, however, in the investiga- 
tions by which the two hard, sceptical scien- 
tists try vainly to prove the dishonesty of this 
marvelous "psychic." 

A note upon the cover of the book adds to 
the weird power of the story by asserting that 
the unusual events recorded are within the. 
personal experience of the author. So keen 
does the interest become in following the 
lapses of the young girl into her abnormal 
state that the happy conclusion of her love 
affair leaves merely a sense of bitter disap- 
pointment, because the author has not ex- 
plained the impossible. (Harper & Bros., 

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Cornell's crew victory at Poughkcepsie in 
the 'Varsity and Freshman races, and the 
hard contest she gave Syracuse in the four- 
oared race, entitles her to first rank in the 
intercollegiate rowing to surmount and com- 
plete her triumph on the track. 

Yale's victory in baseball, and her joint 
honors with Pennsylvania in football, places 
her with Cornell as making the best show- 
ing of the year. Both colleges thus won 
one expected and one unexpected victory. 
Taking all in all, Yale's record is rather 
the better of the two. 

The result of Poughkeepsie was about 
what was anticipated by those who had fol- 
lowed the crews closest in their preliminary 
training. Cornell's success at Cambridge and 
at Philadelphia indicated clearly the posses- 
sion of unusual strength in both the 'Varsity 
and Freshman shells. Her crews were de- 
cidedly better than last year, though hardly 
so good as the year before. 

Syracuse, on the strength of her victory 
last year, was well regarded by the general 
public. Nothing that was shown by her in 
either race deserves as high consideration as 
she received. With practically the winning 
eight of last year intact, 'there was reason 
to expect her to make a better showing. The 
men had the greater experience to aid them 
and rowed more smoothly and in better form 
inboard and outboard. Her failure to beat 
Cornell seems to indicate that her victory last 
year was due to the comparative inferiority 
of Cornell rather than to her own superiority. 
It tends also to prove that Courtney's ideas 
of rowing are better, in that they are more 
finished than Ten Eyck's, although this should 
not be construed as discrediting in any way 
the excellence and capability of the Syracuse 
coach. It is probable that, given rough ma- 
terial of equal strength, these two men, in a 
single year, would turn out boats of nearly 
equal strength. The Courtney crew would 
be more finished and the Ten Eyck eight 
probably more powerful. A second year's 
training and thereafter the Cornell crew 
would advance beyond the Ten Eyck . aggre- 
gation, decidedly. 

Cornell's easy victory. 
It is just this difference that makes the 
Cornell and Syracuse combinations at Pough- 
keepsie, although the advantage in experience 

was rather with the latter. Cornell won 
easily by two hundred and fifty yards or 
more, finishing one minute and ten seconds 
ahead of their rivals. The comparatively 
slow time, viewed in the light of previous 
records, means nothing, as conditions at 
Poughkeepsie vary so largely, depending upon 
the strength of the tide, as to render com- 
parison impossible. The other crews in the 
race figured only relatively, and to all intents 
and purposes might as well have been con- 
testing in a different regatta. Georgetown 
led Columbia at the finish, with Pennsylvania 
far ahead of Wisconsin. 

This is about the order that should have 
been expected on the comparative showings 
of the three crews that rowed against An- 
napolis. The question was, how much each 
would improve in the time elapsed between 
the races on the Severn and the Hudson. 

In the Freshmen's race the same conditions 
existed, Cornell leading Syracuse decidedly, 
in the shorter distance, with Columbia and 
Pennsylvania in the same relative order. 

In the four-oared contest, although Syra- 
cuse won from Cornell by the narrow mar- 
gin of half a length, -it is questionable wheth- 
er she was entitled to her honors. First of 
all she interfered with the Columbia crew 
just after the start, and severely handicapped 
the New Yorkers. For this, had Columbia 
made the claim it would have been just and 
proper had Syracuse been disqualified. Since 
no claim was made, however, nothing re- 
mained but to place the boats in the order 
in which they finished. 

There was, to complicate matters, a mixing 
up of the identities of the leading boats, which 
led many to believe that Cornell had finished 
in front. 

Pennsylvania's defeat of Columbia was, in 
a measure, due to the handicap which the 
Blue and White suffered. Wisconsin trailed 
as she had in the 'Varsity race. 

Taken all in all, Cornell must be consid- 
ered in a class by herself as far as rowing 
is concerned, with Syracuse the only college 
able to give her a contest. Yale ranks supe- 
rior to Harvard, and it is a question wheth- 
er all three, Pennsylvania, Columbia and 
Georgetown, are not this vear at least equal 
to both, with Wisconsin far behind the lot. 
It must be borne in mind, however, that Wis- 
consin had hard luck in having a long trip 
East, from which, on account of the rough 




water at Poughkeepsie from the date of her 
arrival to the date of the race, she has had 
no proper opportunity to recover. 


We have purposely refrained from men- 
tioning the Yale and Harvard race before, 
because in point of rowing ability nothing 
shown by either of the crews this year com- 
pares with Cornell's or 'Syracuse's perform- 
ances, and to refer to the inferiority of the 
dual college event would be to lose sight of 
the splendid contest which the two crews af- 
forded. In other words, viewed from the 
standpoint of excellent rowing, neither Yale 
nor Harvard are entitled to any marked con- 
sideration, but from the point of view of a 
stirring struggle, the race must rank as one 
of the greatest that has ever been rowed in 
college athletics. 

From start to finish there never was a 
time during the entire four miles over which 
the 'Varsity crews rowed when the two shells 
were not lapping, though at one stage Yale 
had an advantage, so that her stern-post was 
level with Harvard's bow. At the finish of 
the race less than half a length separated the 
two boats. 

The closeness of the struggle is best shown 
by the times at the various half-mile points 
along the course. Yale got the lead at the 
start and maintained it to the end, but her 
margin was never greater than six seconds. 
As officially timed the boats showed thus : 













2]/ 2 















Harvard 2.23 
Harvard 5.12 
Harvard 8.04 
Harvard 10.53 
Harvard 13.46 
Harvard 16.43 
Harvard 19.39 
Harvard 22.36 

It is probable that the six seconds' margin 
shown at the two- and three-mile marks was 
greater than the actual margin that separated 
the boats, for at this point time could only be 
taken approximately from a position distant 
from the crews, estimating each as having 
passed the given point. It is a fact that clear 
water never showed between the shells and 
that six seconds is too large a margin for a 
single boat length. 

For purposes of comparison, however, it is 
evident that Harvard nearly held her own, al- 
though Yale gained slightly during the first 
mile and a half. It was here that Coxswain 
Barkalow called on Yale for her first spurt 
in anticipation of running away from the 
Crimson as Eli had been accustomed to do. 
The New Haven crew gained markedly and 
brought their shell ahead of Harvard's, so 
that the stern and bow of the two were on a 
line. In the next half-mile Yale tried stren- 
uously to pull away, but was handicapped by 
an obstruction in the river which compelled 
her to steer slightly out of her course, and 
enabled Harvard to make up a quarter-length 
on the Blue. In the next half Yale regained 

this distance, and entering on the fourth mile 
she had the full boat length advantage. 
harvard's splendid finish. 

It was here that in spite of evidence of 
weakness in at least one man in the Harvard 
shell, that the Crimson gave a magnificent 
exhibition of grit and capacity that won all 
honors for her in spite of her defeat. Slowly 
but surely the boat gained on Yale until the 
lead had been cut down to three-quarters of 
a length. Harvard plainly was spurting at 
the maximum of her strength, and there were 
few who did not believe she was shooting her 
last bolt and would inevitably in the last half- 
mile drop back and be beaten by a decisive 
margin. As she crawled steadily forward 
Yale spurted to meet her, and for a time 
ever so slowly; but again the Cambridge boat 
began to advance, and no effort seemed suffi- 
cient to shake her off. Every instant a col- 
lapse was looked for, but delayed, and inch 
by inch the Harvard shell gained, gained, 
gained, until in the last quarter-mile it seemed 
as if she might win out by a phenomenal ef- 
fort, ' but Yale's lead was just sufficient to 
carry her over the four miles in advance, and 
though the bow of Harvard's shell just passed 
the waist of the Yale boat, she could not do 
better and the finish line was crossed with 
the boats in this position. 

To add to the splendor of Harvard's per- 
formance, she won the four-oared race be- 
tween the two decidedly. In a measure, how- 
ever, her success in this may have been due 
to the removal of Ortmayer from the four be- 
cause of the Daly disqualification. No such 
excuse, however, can be made to explain the 
Crimson's freshman victory, where the young- 
sters won from the start and appeared to be 
able to put a much larger margin between 
the shells than actually existed. All down 
the course both freshmen and four-oared 
crews of the Crimson appeared to be rowing 
well within themselves, holding Yale safe, 
with the thought of reserving every ounce of 
strength possible to meet Yale's spurt for 
spurt. This they succeeded in doing without 

yale's baseball victories. 

The college baseball season ended in a se- 
ries of sensational victories for the Yale team 
that, in view of the strength of Harvard and 
Princeton, was little short of remarkable. 
With the material at the command of the 
Tigers and the Crimson, there was reason tor 
believe that both of these nines, except 
against each other, would succeed in winning 
every series of contests played, if not almost 
every game. 

Their performances against the minor 
teams seemed to justify this expectation. 
Both nines were strong in the field and at 
the bat, and possessed pitchers who, on pre- 
vious records, deserved to rank among the 
best that have graced college baseball. Byram 
especially, a left-hander of exceptional merit, 



who, though troubled by the south paw's in- 
clination to wildness, still had sufficiently 
good control to pull himself out of small 
holes, and, when effective, was almost invin- 

Coburn likewise had made a splendid rec- 
ord in previous seasons, and had pitched this 
year so well that few teams had been able to 
bat him at all. There was no reason, there- 
fore, to anticipate that Yale would make more 
than a creditable showing against the two 
crack nines of the season. The first game at 
New Haven with Princeton seemed to sup- 
port this supposition. However, the Yale 
nine had been improving steadily from the 
start of the year, when it appeared to be al- 
most below mediocre, and was playing a game 
especially marked by team batting and in- 
side play that promised success against any 
but teams of the Princeton and Harvard cal- 
iber. When at Princeton, in the face of the 
terrific cheering which always marks a com- 
mencement game on the Tiger's field, old Eli 
pulled the contest out of the fire by a last 
inning rally, it was believed by many that 
the third game, which must be played in New 
York, would result in other than a victory for 

Yet the New Haven collegians played such 
a game in the decisive contest as was abso- 
lutely irresistible, knocking Byram out of the 
box and winning from the start. To be sure, 
Princeton went to pieces in a surprising fash- 
ion, but this is not an unusual result of such 
inside team "play as Yale exhibited, and de- 
tracts in no way from the credit due the Blue. 
Wiseacres shook their heads in criticising the 
outcome and said that no such result would 
mark the games with Harvard. 


It may be said that at New Haven the 
coaches were far from confident of the issue, 
although hopeful that the team would con- 
tinue its fine play. When, in an eleven in- 
ning contest, Yale was able to hold Harvard 
safe, they were well satisfied indeed. While 
they were unable to hit Coburn to any extent, 
Jackson had proved equally effective, and if 
he could repeat his showing, there was an 
even chance of a victory for Eli in the second 

This spirit of aggressive determination, that 
has pulled out victory from defeat so often 
for the Blue, undoubtedly won the day. Har- 
vard, discomfited by her failure to win the 
first game as she expected, played with the 
lack of confidence that follows her excess of 
confidence so frequently. Coburn was batted 
hard and effectively, and when hits counted 
most, while Jackson was able to fool the 
Crimson batters whenever there was a possi- 
bility of a Harvard score. The result was a 
one-sided game in which there was never a 
chance for the Cambridge team to win after 
the first inning. 

It is impossible to praise too highly such 
evidence of pluck and skill as Yale displayed. 
In spite of her inferior work early in the 
season, she has retrieved herself splendidly, 
and deserves unquestioned title to the pre- 
mier position. 

She has met defeat at the hands of George- 
town twice, Eordham, Manhattan, Brown and 
Princeton; and has won from Tufts, Brown, 
Columbia, Richmond, Virginia, Norfolk, 
Pennsylvania twice, Maine, Andover twice, 
West Point, Holy Cross, Syracuse, Vermont, 
Georgetown, Princeton twice, and Harvard. 


Harvard must rate second by virtue of her 
defeat of Princeton in the single game which 
the two colleges played. She scored a suc- 
cession of six straight victories at the start 
of the season before losing to Amherst; and 
five more until Holy Cross broke her string 
again. Vermont, Trinity, Syracuse, West 
Point, Carlisle, Williams, Bates, Dartmouth, 
Andover, Colby and Cornell were beaten. 
Following the Holy Cross game she won from 
Poughkeepsie, lost to Brown, beat Prince- 
ton, Brown and Williams, and was defeated 
by Dartmouth and Yale, making a total of 
five games lost out of twenty-one played. 

Princeton lost six of twenty-eight;' two to 
Yale, one to Harvard, one to Andover, one 
to Cornell, and one to Pennsylvania State. 
She defeated Ursinus, New York University, 
Trinity, Tufts, Fordham, Brown twice, La- 
fayette, Johns Hopkins, Walbrook, George- 
town twice, Wesleyan, Cornell, Pennsylvania 
twice, Amherst, Exeter, Lebanon, Dartmouth 
and Yale. 

It is difficult to rate the smaller colleges; 
Georgetown, Holy Cross, Fordham and Man- 
hattan; Amherst and Dartmouth having 
splendid records. 

Cornell appeared better than Columbia and 
Pennsylvania, though none of the three were 
strong. Pennsylvania was decidedly weak, 
winning none of her important games, save 
one from Cornell and one from Georgetown; 
and being shut out by Georgetown twice, 
Trinity, Yale, Lafayette, Columbia and 
Princeton. In all, out of twenty-two games, 
she won but seven. 

The amended game laws of the State of 
Wisconsin provide : 

Game: Deer, open season. General open season 
for hunting deer November 11 to November 30, 
both inclusive; special provisions prevailing in cer- 
tain counties. 

Woodcock, partridge, plover, snipe, pheasant and 
grouse of any variety: Open season September 1 
to December 1. 

Prairie chicken: Open season September 15 to 
October 15. 

Wild duck or other aquatic fowl, open season, 
September 1 to January 1. 

Wild goose or brant, open season, September 1 to 
April 1. 



The runabout race from New York to 
Portland, Oregon, across the Continent was 
won by Huss who drove "Old Scout" over 
roads practically unknown to automobiles, 
in 44 days, this being the first time that an 
automobile has made the run from the Atlan- 
tic to the Pacific Coast. All of the previous 
Transcontinental trips have been acomplished 
in the other direction. The second Oldsmo- 
bile, "Old Steady," driven by Megargel, was 
seriously damaged in crossing a bridge and 
this accident coupled with the illness of one 
of the occupants of the car, caused a delay 
of four days, giving the race to "Old Scout." 

The prize won by Huss is $1,000, and 
ought to be considered rather more an appre- 
ciation of the driver's carefulness than of any 
ability to drive the car fast. The race was 
really a race in name only, because if only 
one car had started instead of two, that one 
would naturally proceed with all possible 
speed in order to reduce the record. This 
Transcontinental trip affords a fine proof of 
the staying powers of the modern low-priced 
American car, and the running time of 44 
days across the continent is excellent. The 
winning car, when it reached Portland, was 
apparently in good condition, as while ap- 
proaching the city, it covered one stretch 
of 25 miles in exactly one hour. 

Charles J. Glidden, an enthusiastic motor- 
ist and donor of the Glidden touring trophy, 
is making a tour of the world and recently re- 
turned to this count 1 -}/, leaving his Napier car 
in England. The last section of his long 
journey comprised 8,899 niiles through Aus- 
tralia, Java and Fiji Islands. Mr. Glidden 
will resume his tour this autumn, return- 
ing to Singapore and driving the car through 
India and Egypt. Such undertakings are 
within reach of only a few automobilists, as 
much spare time as well as much spare cash 
is requisite, but they all go to show the in- 
creasing reliability of the automobile and its 
many possibilities. 


For several years Americans of means and 

fond of automobiling, have spent a part or 

all of the summer months touring on the 

superb roads of England and the Continent, 

the practice being either to rent or purchase a 
foreign car. Sometimes the foreign car is 
brought into this country or as often left be- 
hind. A greater number of Americans are 
touring abroad this summer than ever before, 
but it is interesting to note that many of 
them are taking American cars with them in- 
stead of purchasing or -renting foreign cars 
on the other side. An interesting letter I 
have just received from a friend may be 
quoted from as follows: 

"I landed at Naples, and after spending 
about a week making runs to the neighboring 
points of interest, started north. I went right 
up through the center of Italy, crossing the 
mountains and taking to the "hill towns. In 
leaving Italy I went along the Corniche road 
to Nice, turned north and went to Geneva. 
From Geneva I went to Paris, crossing the 
Jura mountains by way of the Cal de la Fou- 
cille, almost 5,000 feet up. In all this dis- 
tance, about 1,900 miles, nothing broke and 
I did not even have to pump up the tires. 
My only trouble was in the carburetor, which 
required some adjusting during one day. 
1 he car can make thirty miles an hour when 
the roads are good, with four in and all our 
baggage on behind, and keep it up." 

The paragraph quoted gives a good idea 
not only of the manner in which American 
touring cars have been improved but demon- 
strates their practicability in foreign lands, 
permitting the traveler "to cover long dis- 
tances and visit places of great interest which 
could hardly be reached in any other way in a 
limited time. Automobile touring promises 
to be one of the grandest of outdoor sports, 
and as soon as the roads in our country are 
improved, we will doubtless exchange calls 
with our foreign friends who will take just 
as much pleasure in acquainting themselves 
with the magnificent scenery and places of 
historic interest in this country as Americans 
are enjoying the pleasures and wonders of 
the Continent. They will buy American cars, 


Guy Vaughn, driving a 40 h.p. Dccauville 
Racer, succeeded in beating C. J. Wridgway's 
record for 1,000 miles on a circling track. 
The attack on the record was made at the 
Empire City track, and although the latter 
part of the performance was carried on in 



the rain and mud, Vaughn drove his machine 
1,015 Y% miles in 24 hours, and 1,000 miles 
in 23IL, 33m. and 20 seconds. 

At present Chevrolet, a new comer in track 
racing, seems to have established the title of 
champion through his defeating Barney Old- 
field in a match contest, and although the lat- 
ter professional really holds the track record 
for a mile, Chevrolet's performance of a mile 
in 52 1-5 seconds is unquestionably the fast- 
est mile ever covered on any race track in 
this country, and the only reason why it 
should not be considered as an absolute 
record is the fact that the Morris race track 
has only one turn and is i}4 miles in length 
instead of one mile. 

The performance of Webb Jay on a spe 
dally constructed White steam car has at- 
tracted much attention. The compound 
steam engine used on the White touring car 
is employed, together with a large generator 
giving steam enough to propel the car at tre- 
mendous speed, and it is as fast as Oldfield's 
"Green Dragon" if not slightly faster. Old- 
field is having a new car built for him by 
the Peerless Company, and with it expects to 
lower his own record established at Los 
Angeles as well as Chevrolet's record of 
51 1-5 seconds made at Morris Park. The 
track races held recently have been better 
promoted, better managed, better attended, 
and better in all respects than those occur- 
ring earlier in the season. 


Judging from the results of the Eliminat- 
ing Trials of the Automobile Club of France 
to select the French teams for the James 
Gordon-Bennett Cup Race in France and the 
Vanderbilt Cup Race in this country, the lim- 
it of power for road-racing monsters has 
been passed and a racing machine of 80 or 
90 h.p. has an equal chance in road compe- 
titions with vehicles having from 120 to 130 
h.p. The French race was a tremendous 
struggle over mountainous roads, and the 
large number of sharp turns threw a tre- 
mendous strain on the tires so that the race 
was really rather more a trial of pneumatic 
tires than of the actual racing power of the 
machines themselves. The mechanical trou- 
bles were so few that the trouble with tires 
was all the more accentuated, and as a sam- 
ple of the wholesale ruin of tires, it may be 
stated that the winner put on no less than 
five new tires during the 340 mile contest. 

The outcome of the French Eliminating 
Trials seems to indicate that the value of 
such contests as a means of improving the 
reliability of cars is practically exhausted. 
For eight or ten years the big road contests 
abroad have drawn vast crowds, and they 
have been titanic struggles of the most ex- 
citing nature possible. In order to win one 
of these events, the car had to be almost per- 

fect mechanically, and in addition to this, 
the driver had to be very lucky as well. So 
much prestige has passed to firms successful 
in winning long distance road races that 
manufacturers have exerted every effort to 
make their cars as good as possible, and im- 
provements discovered have invariably been 
applied to touring cars with the result that 
the modern automobile has been greatly 
benefited by these long distance road races. 
As matters stand now, such races arc of lit- 
tle value to the manufacturers or to the pub- 
lic, except as sporting events. There is no 
need of such races to test the wearing quali- 
ties of tires, as touring cars are never driven 
around curves at such frightful speeds as 
were the competing French cars in the recent 
big race over the Auvergne Circuit. 

It is to be hoped, however, that the re- 
cently instituted Vanderbilt Race may prove 
to be as helpful to American manufacturers 
as the Gordon-Bennett has been to foreign 
manufacturers. The Eliminating Trials for 
the Vanderbilt Race will be held probably 
some time in August in order to select a team 
of five American cars. The make-up of the 
French team was determined by the out- 
come of the Eliminating Trials for the Gor- 
don-Bennett Race as follows : Thery 
(Braisers), Caillois (Braiser), Duray (De 
Dietrich), Wagner (Darracq), and Sizset 
(Renault) Heath, the Panhard driver who 
won the Vanderbilt Race in Long Island last 
fall, did not get a place on the team al- 
though he finished sixth. 

Thery, the winner of the French Eliminat- 
ing Trials, is a hot favorite for the Gordon- 
Bennett Race at this writing only a few 
days off, and Recreation predicts his victory, 
just to see whether we are right or not. 
Thery's experience, skill, and knowledge of 
the course gives him a big advantage over any 
member of the German team. 

The American team faces almost too great 
odds to win, and it seems almost certain, 
judging from all standards that a French or 
a German car will secure the greatly coveted 


One of the New York papers has had a 
great deal to say recently about a $400 auto- 
mobile which may be put on the market next 
year by one of the Western manufacturers. 
It seems safe to say that anyone purchasing 
such an automobile, if it ever is put on the 
market, will certainly get $400 worth of auto- 
mobile, but it is questionable as to whether 
it is economy to buy a very cheap car. 


Our guess as to the outcome of the Gor- 
don-Bennett race was a correct one, Therv 
running a magnificent race and winning in 



7 hr., 16 min. Lancia driving a F.I.A.T. 
pressed the victor very closely in the early 
stages .of the contest and at one time had a 
slight lead, but radiator troubles caused the 
F.I.A.T. car to withdraw, and from this point 
on Thery had the race well in hand. 

It is interesting to note, however, that two 
F.I.A.T.'s finished second and third, and the 
showing made by these Italian machines was 
very good indeed. It is somewhat surprising 
that the six Mercedes cars entered did not 
do better, only one of them showing up at all 
well, and that one of the Austrian Mercedes 
driven by Braun. 

As Recreation pointed out, the American 
cars were at a great disadvantage and were 
hardly expected to win or to prove dangerous 
competitors. At the present writing it is im- 
possible to get exact details, but it appears 
that although one of the Pope-Toledo's broke 
down in the first round, the other, driven by 
Lyttle, completed the circuit, finishing twelfth 
in the race. Tracey, driving Dr. Thomas's 
locomobile, withdrew in the third round. The 
showing of the American cars may not seem 
very encouraging, but one must appreciate the 
difficulties of the course and other conditions 
to realize that the American team made a 
very good showing indeed, certainly the best 
showing ever presented by an American team 
in the Gordon-Bennett race. In a few years 
we will undoubtedly win the cup and bring it 
to America, but it will take a great deal of 
hard work and a great deal of money. 

It was reported recently that the French 
Club will not take part in any future Gordon- 
Bennett race, — a rather startling report, but 
not altogether unbelievable when we consider 
the attitude of the French Club this spring in 
attempting to hold another race so as to min- 
imize the importance of the Gordon-Bennett, 
and their apathy in permitting the course to 
be closed, preventing visiting teams from 
practising after the French had spent months 
in running over the course so as to get thor- 
oughly familiar with it. It seems absolutely 
impossible that the French will not compete 
next year. Perhaps Thery may not race and 
the Brasier firm stay out. Possibly a wise 
proceeding, considering the fact that Thery 
won the Eliminating Trials and the Gordon- 
Bennett both last year and this year, and he 
can very well afford to rest on his laurels, 
and the Brasier people as well. 


Webb Jay early in July broke Chevrolet's 
record at Morris Park, covering a mile in 
48 4-5 seconds, — a truly astonishing perform- 
ance, and also of interest as showing what an 
additional quarter-mile on a race track will 
permit of in the way of fast time. It seems 
unlikely that such fast time could be made 
on a one-mile track such as that at the Em- 

pire Race Track. The White is certainly a 
very fast machine, however, and Jay an ex- 
cellent driver, as was shown in his notable 
contest with Walter Christie, who drove his 
new freak racer, which has an engine at the 
front and another at the rear of the car. This 
car, at present writing, has not been tried out 
fully, and apparently will break some of the 
records, as it is very highly powered and has 
already given a good account of itself. It is 
claimed by experts that this car will surely 
lower the world's record for a mile at Or- 
mond Beach this winter. 

Man is never original, but he can possess 

Originality is a divine attribute and used 
but sparingly by the Great Creator himself. 


I ^slecp all day and count my dreams — 
Live my gay ventures o'er again — 
See the dead campfires, and the men ; 
The spruce - topped hills and willowed 

streams ; 
The gray geese, homing from far South; 
The jammed logs at the river's mouth; 
The cat-kinned alders, near and far 
Starting the banks with fairy gleams; 
The drift-wood, swinging a the bar — 
I sleep all day and count my dreams. 

My master's love has passed me by; 

But I remember those old things — 

The splashing, and the beat of wings; 

The flitting king-fisher's long cry; 

The heron at the water's rim 

With checkered shadows over him; 

The songs the bending paddles knew ; 

The winds across the hollow sky. 

All these come back, so dear, so true, 

Though his brown hands have passed me by. 

The frosts of winter chill me through. 

The suns of summer do not reach 

This dusty loft. On spit and beach 

I know the sunlight washes true, 

I know the clear winds wake the trees 

To honest, woodland melodies, 

While I lie here, and spiders twist 

Their webs, and those dear things I knew- 

Taste of the rapids, trick of wrist 

Come not, and silence chills me through. 

Winter and August, Spring and Fall ; 
Wet fields; ripe cherries; shingles bare 
To sun and summer; April, rare 
With magic fragrance, and the call 
Of gray geese in the midnight — Dead ! 
All dead to me, save in my dream ! 
So, let me dream. The rapids brawl, 
The blue smoke blows across the stream, 
And God's wide peace is over all. 

Theodore Roberts. 

Official Organ of the United States National Lawn Tennis Association 


The International matches for the Dwight 
F. Davis trophy will be history by the time 
this writing reaches the press. The contests 
start at Wimbledon on July 8 and continue 
there until July 15, then move to the Queen's 
Club, London, and conclude there on July 24. 
In the first tie America was to meet Belgium, 
but the Belgians announced their default, giv- 
ing us a bye. We therefore play France in 
the first tie while Austria and Australia play. 
The winners in these contests meet to deter- 
mine which shall have the right to challenge 
England for the trophy. 

The Americans, as they approach the test, 
seem to be in the best of playing form. Their 
showing in the preliminary games in which 
they have appeared has indicated a condition 
far advanced above what was shown prior to 
their departure for the other side. This early 
good form was quite as unexpected as it was 
gratifying. If continued it buoys the hopes 
of the American advocates to the highest 
pitch. In the latter contests at Wimbledon 
they did not do so well as at London, where 
the playing of Holcombe Ward in the singles, 
and of Beals Wright with Flolcombe Ward in 
the doubles, has been especially excellent. W. 
A. Larned has displayed some of his old-time 
brilliancy on occasions and some of his er- 
ratic tendencies as well, while Clothier's work 
has been uniformly up to his best standard. 
We thus enter the crucial test with nothing 
to excuse our failure save the superiority of 
the other teams. 


Nothing has been shown by either France 
or Australian teams which would justify the 
expectation that either would defeat our 
team. There is no reason to anticipate dis- 
aster in this, so that every one on this side 
looks to America winning her place in the 
final matches with England. 

The estimate formed at the time of select- 
ing the team to play abroad need not be al- 
tered from anything that has developed since. 
There is every reason to hope that Ward 
and Larned will be successful in both their 
single matches against England's second 
string. If either can win the important game 
against the English first choice, the match is 
won. leaving Ward and Wright in the 

doubles in reserve. The form shown by the 
double pair has led to the opinion that they 
have an excellent chance to win as well. 
However the matches may terminate, it is 
safe to say that there will be no reason to 
regret the sending of the team — that it will 
acquit itself creditably. 

The departure of the team abroad has made 
way for the second flight players to star in 
local tournaments. The competition in the 
Southern championship was the first of the 
bigger tournaments to be completed. Since 
then the National Women's Pennsylvania and 
Massachusetts State championships have been 
played, the Metropolitan, the New England 
and Gulf championships and several state 
tourneys, beside some interesting local tour- 
naments. The results of all these games have 
been very interesting. 


The most important tournament of the lot 
is the National Women's Championship, 
which was decided in Philadelphia at the end 
of last month. The title went to Miss Bessie 
Moore, who showed great improvement over 
the caliber of game she played in the last 
year's championship, when she was runner up 
to Miss May Sutton. This year the contest 
narrowed down to a contest between Miss 
Moore and Miss Homans, and although Miss 
Moore won the first and third set easily, Miss 
Homans gave her a hard fight for the second 
set of the match. 

There was some good tennis shown by both 
players, as well as by Mrs. Clarence Hobart, 
who, paired with her husband, beat Miss 
Moore and Edward B. Dewhurst in the 
mixed doubles. The Hobarts won this con- 
test in straight sets and played much better 
tennis than the national champion and the 
University of Pennsylvania and Pennsylvania 
state title holder. Clarence Hobart showed 
something like his old-time form, and the 
pair altogether performed as well as mixed 
double pairs ever do and quite above the 

Dewhurst and Colket, the two who met in 
the finals in the men's singles, also played 
high-class tennis. Colket won the first set 
after Dewhurst had twice seemed to have it 
won by a score of 10 to 8. In the second set 
he forced an extra game before losing 5 to 7 
to the champion, but in the third and decid- 




ing set he seemed to lose his grip and was 
rather easily beaten. The scores were : 

Women's Singles 

Miss Elizabeth Moore beat Miss Helen Homans, 

6-4, 5-7, 6-o. 
Miss Elizabeth Moore beat Miss May Sutton 
by default. 
Mixed Doubles 

Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Hobart beat Miss Eliza- 
beth Moore and E. B. Dewhurst, 6-2, 6-4. 
Men's Singles 

Edward B. Dewhurst beat M. B. Colket, 8-jo, 
7-5, 6-3- 


Miss Bessie Moore also won the Pennsyl- 
vania State Championship, defeating Miss 
Chase in- straight sets and allowing her only 
two games, and then beating Mrs. Hibbs in 
the title round. With Miss Wallace she also 
won the women's doubles, and with E. B. 
Dewhurst the mixed doubles. The scores oi 
the games were : 

Women's Singles 

Miss Bessie Moore beat Miss Chase, 6-2, 6-0. 
Miss Besie Moore beat Mrs. Joseph Hibbs, 
holder, 6-1, 6-1. 

Women's Doubles 

Miss Bessie Moore and Miss Wallace beat Miss 

Rastall and Mrs. Armstrong, 6-1, 6-2. 
Miss Bessie Moore and Miss Wallace beac 

Mrs. Hibbs and Mrs. Gilbert, holders, 6-i, 

5-7, 6-1. 
Mixed Doubles 

Miss Bessie Moore and E. B. Dewhurst beat 

Miss Green and Miss F. W. Smith, 6-1, 6-1. 
Miss Bessie Moore and E. B. Dewhurst beat 

Mrs. F. B. Gilbert, Jr., and E. H. Hoskins, 

holders, 6-0, 6-1. 


The victory of J. C. Davidson in the South- 
ern championship ended a long, interesting 
contest for the cup. Beside Davidson, J. P. 
Paret and R. D. Little had each scored two 
victories for it, and a victory for any one of 
the three meant permanent possession. Little 
was beaten in the first day's play, and Paret 
did not survive him long. Davidson, how- 
ever, passed one crisis successfully and de- 
feated Glazebrook for the right to challenge 
in four hard sets. Allen, the holder in the 
final match, gave him no trouble after the first 
two sets. 

Miss Marie Wimer ,of Washington, made 
her initial bow as a champion after beating 
Miss Spurgin for the right to challenge. She 
then beat Miss Carrie Neely in straight sets 
rather convincingly. 

With J. P. Paret she also Won the mixed 
doubles, beating Dr. Glazebrook and Miss 
Spurgin in straight sets, while Dr. Glaze- 
brook got revenge by winning, with E. P. 
Larned, the doubles championship against the 
holders, F. C. Coulston and Spencer Gordon, 
after beating Touchard and Kerr for the right 
to challenge. The scores of the final games 
were : 

Sid a les 

J. C. Davidson beat L. W. Glazebrook, 9-7, 

4-6, 6-4, 6-2. 
J. C. Davidson beat H. F, Allen, holder, 6-3, 
4-6, 6-1, 6-3. 


L. W. Glazebrook and E.P. Larned beat E. R. 

Touchard and R. E. Kerr, 6-2, 10-6, 6-1. 
L. W. Glazebrook and E. P. Larned beat F. C. 
Coulston and Spencer Gordon, holders, 6-4, 
6-1, 6-4. 
Women's Singles 

Miss Marie Wimer beat Miss Spurgin, 7-5, 

Miss Marie Wimer beat Miss Carrie B Neelv 
holder, 6-4, 6-3. 
Mixed Doubles - 

J- p - F-ret and Miss Marie Wimer beat L. 
W. Glazebrook and Miss Spurgin, 6-4, 6-3. 


The Pennsylvania State Championship 
again went to E. B. Dewhurst, who had no 
difficulty in winning from J. R. Carpenter, 
after Carpenter had beaten M. B. Colket for 
the right to challenge. The holder and chal- 
lenger then paired and successfully defended 
the doubles title against F. H. "Bates and 
S. H. Cullom after they had beaten the 
Princeton pair, E. Sunstein and H. J. Ran- 
dall. The scores were: 


J. R. Carpenter beat M. B. Colket, 6-3, 11-9, 

E. B. Dewhurst, holder, beat J. R. Carpenter, 
6-4, 1-6, 6-2, 6-2. 


F. H. Bates and S. H. Cullom beat H. J. 
Randall and E. Sunstein, 6-2, 6-2, 4-6, 4-6, 6-2. 

J. R. Carpenter and E. B. Dewhurst, holders, 
beat F. H. Bates and S. H. Cullom, 7-e, 
10-8, 6-4. / i " 


The Massachusetts State Championship 
was won by R. C. Seaver by default due to 
the absence of Beals Wright in England, af- 
ter he won the right to challenge by defeat- 
ing H. C. Holt in straight sets. The Harvard 
pair, F. J. Sulloway and J. I. B. Larned, won 


R. C. Seaver beat H. J. Holt, 6-2, 6-3. 

R. C. Seaver beat Beals C. Wright, holder, by 

F. J. Sulloway and J. I. B. Larned beat N. 

W. Niles and R. Bishop, 6-1, 9-7, 4-6, ,6-8. 


The Metrolopitan championships developed 
no close contests. In every case victory was 
scored with comparatively little effort. The 
singles title went to F. B. Alexander, who de- 
feated Ross Burcliard for the right to chal- 
lenge the holder and won the title by default 
through the absence of Holcombe Ward in 
England. Alexander, paired with H. H. . 
Hackett, also won the doubles title, beating 
F. B. Plague and H. Mollenhauer in straight 
sets, while Miss Bessie Moore repeated her 
national victory over Miss Homans for the 
women's title. Paired with F. G. Anderson, 
Miss Risch won the mixed doubles champion- 
ship, defeating Miss Homans and T. C 
Trask. The scores were : 


F. B. Alexander beat Ross Burchard, 6-0, 6-4, 

F. B. Alexander beat Holcombe Ward, holder, 
by default. 




F. B. Alexander and H. H. Hackett beat F. D. 
Hague and H. Mollenhauer, 6-0, 6-3, 6-2. 
Women's Singles 

Miss Bessie Moore beat Miss Ilomans. 
Mixed Doubles 

F. G. Anderson and Miss Risch beat 1. C. 
Trask and Miss Homans, 6-4, 6-3. 


The New England championship goes to 
Karl Behr, of Yale, through his victory over 
George H. Nettleton and the absence and 
consequent default of Beals Wright, the hold- 
er. Wylie Grant and Robert Leroy, of New 
York, won the doubles championship from 
S. Ware and E. T. Gross. The scores were : 


Karl Behr beat G. H. Nettleton, 9-7, 6-2, 2-6, 

13-15, 6-4. 
Karl Behr beat Beals C. Wright, holder, by 


Wylie G. Grant and Robert Leroy beat S. 
Ware and E. T. Gross, 4-6, 6-8, 8-6, 6-0, 6-3. 

The Gulf championships developed a close 
contest between J. H. Elliott and Frank 
Pavne for the right to challenge the holder, 
Seinp Russ, of Texas, while the championship 
in doubles went to the Atlanta pair, Thorn- 
ton and Grant, who beat Logan and Phelps. 
6-4, 8-6, 6-2, in a series of games that were 
all closer than the score indicates. 


The State Championship of Maryland re- 
sulted in a victory for Frederick C. Coulston 
in straight sets, while the doubles went to 
him, paired with the runner up in the singles, 
B. B. V. Lyon. The mixed doubles were 
won by Herbert Waite and Miss Alice Poor- 
baugh. The scores were : 


Frederick C. Coulston beat B. B. V. Lyon, 
6-2, 7-5, 6-4. 


F. C. Coulston and B. B. V. Lyon beat E. R. 
Brown and H. F. Barclay, 6-3, 6-4, 7-5. 

Mixed Doubles 

Herbert Waite and Miss Alice Poorbach beat 
Miss Louise Symington and W. S. Syming- 
ton, 8-6, 6-3, 6-1. 

The results in the local interclub matches, 
in the interscholastic and intercollegiate con- 
tests as well as in the closed tournaments 
of the leading clubs, all show an unusually 
large entry and high-class play quite mark- 
edly above the usual standard considering the 
absence of the four leading exponents of the 
game. The interest stirred up in tennis circles 
by the sending of a team abroad, with the 
consequent increased chances of the smaller 
fry, has undoubtedly been responsible for the 
change. Were no more satisfactory result to 
accrue from the trip abroad, it would be jus- 
tified by this fact alone. The effect on the 
caliber of the game throughout the country 

may not be apparent this year, but it must be 


Editor Recreation : 

It is refreshing to learn that the first re- 
corded trial by telephone resulted in the con- 
viction of a man who had no sentimental or 
national feeling, and just for the fun of it 
shot an American eagle. Read this newspaper 
report : 

Sandusky, Ohio. — Justice Winters sat 
down at his desk and called up Herman 
Krueger, of Centralia. The following 
dialogue then occurred over the wire : 
"Is this Mr. Krueger?" 

"This Squire Winters, in Sandusky." 

"What can I do for you, squire?" 

"You are charged with having shot and 

killed an American bald eagle, contrary 

to the laws of the State. Shall I send 

a constable out to serve a warrant on 



"Don't, please, squire. I'm confined to 
the house with the grip, and can't come 

"All right. Will you plead over the 
'phone ?" 

"Yes. I shot the bird, but I didn't know 
it was an offense to do so." 

"Ignorance of the law is no defense, 
you know. Do you plead guilty?" 


"This court accordingly fines you $25 
and costs !" 

"All right, squire. Is that all?" 

"Isn't that enough?" 


"Well, then, good-bye, Mr. Krueger." 

"Good-bye, squire. Thank you for not 
bringing me out to-day." 

And then they rang off, and the first 
trial by telephone in this country was con- 
cluded by the clerk's entry of the fine op- 
posite Krueger's name in the court rec- 


The New York Herald published, Sunday, 
May 28th, a half-tone picture of the nose 
appendage of a sawfish which had been decor- 
ated by some aspiring artist, and below it 
printed the following: 

a whale's tooth. 

Here is one of the most curious oil paintings in 
the world. The medium selected for the study is 
a piece of bone of a whale which carries a frame 
of his own. The picture itself, a study of a light- 
house and a barren shore, is therefore very appro- 
priately framed. 

Lately the New York Tribune published a 
picture of a dead raccoon in a tree and called 
it an opossum, and yet there are people in 
New York who look upon nature study as 
a "fad, frill or fancy." 


Recreation is the Official Publication 
of the National Archery Association 


To the Archers of the United States, Greet- 

As you are probably aware, the annual 
meeting of the. National Archery Association 
of the United States will be held this year in 
Chicago, August 15, 16 and 17. 

The first tournament of the Association 
was held here in 1879, and was a success. The 
meeting this year promises to be even a 
greater one. It is hoped that every archer 
will make an effort to be present. 

It is not compulsory for archers to notify 
us of their intention to attend the meeting, 
but it will assist us materially with our ar- 
rangements if all will let us know, in ad- 
vance, of their intention to be present. 

There will be a meeting of the Executive 
Committee, Monday evening, August 14, to 
receive target fees and assign the archers to 
the different targets. 

Thursday evening the annual business meet- 
ing will be held, at which the winners will be 
presented with their medals. 

The Great Northern Hotel, one of the best 
hotels in Chicago, located at Jackson Boule- 
vard and Dearborn street, has been chosen 
for our official and hotel headquarters. 

Excellent accommodations will be provided 
at the following reduced rates : 

Single rooms without bath, $1.50 and $2.00 a day. 
Double rooms without bath, $2.50 and $3.00 a day. 

Single rooms with bath, $2.50 and $3.00 a day. 
Double rooms with bath, $3.50 and $4.00 a day. 
For an additional person in room add $1.00 over 
the double rate. 

There are large three-room suites, with pri- 
vate bath in hall, accessible from all of the 
three rooms, for eight people, for $12.00 per 
dav. Friends of the archers will be given 
the same rates. 

The Grill Room is considered one of the 
best popular-priced rooms in the city. In 
the cafe, on the parlor floor, there is served a 
table d'hote dinner each evening for $1.25. 

The Association will be furnished with any 
meeting rooms that they may need, gratis. 

The Parmelee busses will take guests from 
any of the depots to the hotel. The hotel is 
only one block from the South Side Elevated 
Railroad, which stops at Fifty-fifth street, 
within two blocks of the shooting range. This 

is in Washington Park, and probably as fine 
a lawn as the National Association ever shot 
over. It is within a block of the Park Re-' 
fectory, where the archers can rest and lunch 
at noon. 


Tuesday, August 15th, 9.30 a. m. 

First Single Columbia Round: 24 arrows at 50 
yards, 24 arrows at 40 yards, 24 arrows at 
30 yards. 

Tuesday, 2.00 p. m. 

First Single National Round: 48 arrows at 60 yards, 

24 arrows at 50 yards. 

Wednesday, August 16th, 9.30 a. m. 
Second Single Columbia Round: 24 arrows at 50 

yards, 24 arrows at 40 yards, 24 arrows at 30 


Wednesday, 2.00 p. m. 

Second Single National Round: 48 arrows at 60 

yards, 24 arrows at 50 yards. 

Thursday, August 17th, 9.30 a. m. 
National Team Round: 96 arrows at 50 yards, 

flight shooting. 
Thursday p. m. program to be arranged at time of 


Tuesday, August 15th, 9.30 a. m. 
First Single American Round: 30 arrows at 60 
yards, 30 arrows at 50 yards, 30 arrows at 40 

Tuesday, 2.00 p. m. 
First Single York Round: 72 arrows at 100 yards, 
48 arrows at 80 yards, 24 arrows at 60 yards. 
Wednesday, August 16th, 9.30 a. m. 
Second Single American Round: 30 arrows at 60 
yards, 30 arrows at 50 yards, 30 arrows at 40 

Wednesday, 2.00 p. m. 
Second Single York Round: 72 arrows at 100 
yards, 48 arrows at 80 yards, 24 arrows at 60 yards. 

Thursday, August 17th, 9.30 a. m. 
National Team Round: 96 arrows at 60 yards. 
Thursday p. m. program to be arranged at time of 

The Executive Committee will tabulate the scores and 
determine the prize-winners. 

We wish to state that the magazine Recre^ 
ation has been made our official organ, and 
in it each month archers will find matter of 
interest to them. We hope all will be willing 
to contribute articles, reports of meetings, 
private practice, scores and photographs, in 
order to make it as valuable as possible. 

With the hope that we soon may have the 
pleasure of greeting you in person, we are, 
Fraternally yours, 

Edward B. Weston, 
W. G. Valentine, President. 

Secretary and Treasurer. 










Professor Morton J. Elrod, of the Depart- 
ment of Biology of the University of Mon- 
tana, is a devoted friend of game protection, 
and he has made a careful study of the con- 
ditions necessary to the preservation of the 

our lunch on the treeless range, cooking our meal 
in a smart spring shower, which left the sky clear 
and beautiful. We had over 250, by actual count, 
within a mile of us. Of these not more than 
perhaps 25 were not full-blooded animals. Be- 
sides these, on another part of the reserve, is 
another part of the herd numbering over a hundred, 
the greater part of which are not full-blooded. 


Pablo-Allard herd. The observations and the 
deductions made therefrom by a trained sci- 
entist should carry much weight. A reserva- 
tion must be chosen that will suit the require- 
ments of the buffalo, and it must be one suffi- 
ciently remote from civilization to insure the 
protection of the animals without too heavy 
expense. We commend the following letters 
to the attention of our readers : 

Dear Friend Beard: — About the time you were 
writing your two letters, I was on the reservation 
taking in the scenery and looking after the buffalo 
herd. I spent a day among the animals. We ate 

It is very safe to say that there are from 250 to 
300 full-blooded animals, besides the others. We 
had a good chance to study them, and got several 
fine photographs of them in their haunts. I was 
in company with one of our photographers from 
town, and was very glad of a chance to see them, 
as I have feared they would soon go. 

I enclose a map of the region, the best I can 
secure here, with a suggestion or two for the 
range, if the herd is purchased by the government. 
The first plan calls for a range twelve miles long 
and eight miles wide. The second calls for two 
miles more in length. This may be considered too 
much. It embraces about one-twentv-fifth of the 
entire reserve, and will cause a wail from those 
who expect to make something when the reserve 
is thrown open. Bu/ this scheme will take in 




grazing land almost entirely, and is the range 
which the animals now occupy. I am very glad 
to see the effort that is being made to protect 
and preserve the herd as it now is, and hope the 
people of the country will lend such support to 
the measure as will cause the section to be set 
apart. If I can be of any assistance, as I have 
before intimated, I shall be very glad to render 
the service. 

By the plan proposed, if it is considered that 
twenty-five acres will keep an animal, as I be- 
lieve it will, the proposed land will be sufficient 
for a herd of more than two thousand animals. 

I am informed that at the present time there 
is no herder with the animals, as has usually been 
the case. We could not get close enough to them 
to take pictures large size, as they invariably de- 
camped when we came within two or three hundred 
feet of them. 

While I have no figures that are reliable, I can 
not see that within the past few years, or since 
I visited them last, the herd has diminished in 
numbers more than the increase. This is said to be 
from sixty to seventy-five per year 

I trust the map and suggestions may be helpful, 
and wish you and the committee success in their 

M. J. Elrod, University of Montana. 

P. S. — I propose any of the following limits 
to the reservation: 

Beginning at the north bank at the mouth of 
the Little Bitter-Root River, thence eastward on 
a straight line a distance of six miles; thence due 
north a distance of twelve miles; thence west a 
distance of eight miles; thence south a distance 
of twelve miles; thence east to place of beginning; 
a total of ninety-six square miles; or, 

Beginning with the south bank of Crow Creek, 
where it enters the Pend d'Oreille River thence 
east a distance of four miles; thence north fourteen 
miles; thence west eight miles; thence south four- 
teen miles; thence east to place of beginning; a 
total of one hundred and twelve square miles; or, 

It may be shortened at either end. 

We have also heard from Mr. Howard 
Eaton on this subject. His letter is as fol- 
lows : 

Mr. Dan Beard, New York. 

D. D. B. (which is Dear Dan Beard) : — Your 
favor 23d inst. just received. In regard to the land 
required to support these buffalos, if herd is not 
divided, I'd advise strip of land running east side 
Pend d'Oreille River, say five miles wide and about 
five or six in length, from ferry road below falls 
to Crow Creek. On west side river about same 
sized strip from ferry down to Little Blackfoot. 
In round figures about sixty miles. 

This would make a fine reservation — all of the 
eastern part except a strip of land along river, and 
a little land on Crow Creek is unwatered and so 
high above river that irrigation is out of the ques- 
toin. ,.'.,, 

On the west side there is some flat and irrigable 
land, but the foot hills and timber come close to 
river and very little is farming land. 

The buffaloes range on east side in summer and 
west side in winter. This is a fine range for the 
buffaloes — high plateaus for summer and sheltered 
valleys for winter. When this land is fenced and 
the horses and cattle kept off, the grass will have a 
new lease on life and will support the increase 
for many years. In regard to the division of herd, 
would advise Crow Reservation for one bunch and 
Standing Rock and Blackfoot Reserves rather than 
McDonald Lake Reserves. 

A fund should be made to pay expenses for ex- 
changing bulls with different parties, so as to fur- 
nish new blood. James Philip (Scotty) near tort 
Pierre; John E. Dooty, of Salt Lake City, and 
several' others have bulls to exchange. Goodnight 
has bulls from this herd that I sold him. 

Hope you told Elrod to keep it dark, as Pablo 
is apt to stand pat on the $260 if he hears that there 
is a movement like this on hand. 

Hon. Joseph Dixon, of Missoula, is one of Mon- 
tana's representatives, and I believe is O. K. It 
was mainly through him that reservation has been, 
or rather will shortly be, thrown open. 

The Millers of 101 Ranch are good fellows, and 
the ad. they got from the killing of one old bull 
would have cost a hatful of money if paid for. 

I was about to run out to see Pablo, and try 
for a lower option, but as it is 500 miles from 
here, and he is pretty sure to have heard of it 
through Elrod, I hesitate, because my expenses 
would be over $50 for no good. I should have 
bound him for lower price before a word was said 
to the public about Fort Aid; however, you can 
count on me for all I'm able to do, and I will 
try to get the Wyoming senators and Congressman 
Mondell, also North Dakota people and John Dalzell, 
of Philadelphia, to lend a hand. 

Had I the money and time, I'd devote all my 
labor to help you pass this bill, but, as you know, 
I'm on the bread and butter wagon, and must keep 
that going. 

Keep me posted, and remember that I'll gladly 
do all in my power, but my bank account is not 
John D. Rock's. 

Howard Eaton. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have a negative of a rattlesnake that had 
eight fangs, four on each side. Arch Moore 
and I caught it on one of our trips on the 
mountain. After teasing and photographing 
it we killed it. Before skinning it we took 
out the fangs and were surprised to find one 
under the mature fang; took it out, then an- 
other and still another, until we got out four 
from each side. The bottom one was not 
hard, more like gristle. If any one has been 
able to get more fangs out of one snake I 
have not heard of it. It is a little early for 
good fishing in the creek, but a man who 
does not want to fill his basket and has pa- 
tience could have a very enjoyable day. 

Goat are fairly plentiful. The passengers 
on the boat lately have had the pleasure of 
seeing a bunch of twelve or more on the 
mountain side a short distance below my 

As for bear, I have not had time this 
spring to go after them. I guess there are 
a few left yet. Did I tell you that Arch and 
I drove one through the hotel yard one day 
last summer? It was swimming across the 
lake ; we headed it off, and got it headed for 
the house ; it landed near the stock. I made 
an exposure when it was out in the lake 
and tried to get one when it came ashore, 
but it was too swift for me. 

With best wishes, 

Jos. W. Nicol, Moore, Wash. 

If the partridge had but the woodcock's 

'Twould be the best bird that ever did fly. 
If the woodcock had but the partridge's 

'Twould be the best bird that ever was 





Editor Recreation : 

In the February issue of Recreation, the 
article calling' for a war on the crow, 
by W. L. Bliss, of Rockford, 111., with the 
editor's note, brings tip the subject as to the 
worst foe to our game and song birds and 
how it is possible for us to help protect them. 
Their continual disappearance can easily be 
noticed and we all feel the loss. Their trials 
are many, for the woods abound with 
enemies of every description. 

I do not wish to protect the crow, neither 
do 1 wish to try and make him one bit bet- 
ter than he is, for at best he is bad. But I 
expect to show and conclusively prove that 
he has a companion in his dastardly work 
that far excels, in cunning and ferociousness, 
his awkward and boisterous methods in the 
destruction of the homes, eggs and young of 
our game and singing birds. 

The crow is bad, but the blue jay is worse. 

I know, for I have had occasion to closely 
follow his habits, that he takes more lives 
of the unprotected birds than any other 
known enemy in our Northern country. The 
crow stays in the woods in the morning only 
for a short time after leaving his roosting 
place. He spends nearly all the day in the 
open fields searching for food and returns to 
the trees again only as evening draws near. 
At these periods, it is true, his destruction of 
life is great and keenly felt. 

But what of the jay, who spends his entire 
time, from the break of day until the shad- 
ows fall, flying from tree to tree hunting the 
nesting places of all the birds smaller than 
himself. It takes but little time to drive the 
parent birds away, destroy the eggs, or kill 
the young. 

Last year during the nesting season, while 
in St. Lawrence county, in the Cranbury 
Lake region, I closely watched a pair of old 
blue jays from the time they built their nest 
until their young were able to care for them- 
selves. I watched them thrive and grow on 
the eggs and young of other birds. I can not 
give the record of these old birds nor the ex- 
act number of lives • they took. But I can 
estimate it high enough to warrant them be- 
ing called the worst and most destructive 
enemies of the game and song birds of our 

The jay is lazy, and like some of our lazy 
people, believes that an easy way to make a 
living is by robbery. 

Spending six months of each year in the 
Adirondacks, I have easily noticed the falling 
off of the birds, the songs of which at one 
time filled the North Woods with music, and 
I feel their absence very much. In the mean- 
time the blue jay is continually increasing, 
and his harsh shriek and unmusical call is 
forever ringing through the quiet woodland 
E. C Katz, Fulton N. Y. 


Editor Recreation: 

If there was one thing that old Bill loved 
better than himself, it was his horse. At 
first Tom was a scraggy colt of the Apache 
breed. While in Arizona six years before, 
Bill had traded a sadly dilapidated French 
harp to an old Apache buck for the colt. 
The old rascal thought he had cheated Bill 
beautifully and he strolled off down the Gila 
River, grinding out what he considered mel- 
ody of the highest class. To use Bill's 
words for it : "When that wave of sound 
broke upon the ears of the Gila monsters — ■ 
sidewinder rattlesnakes and centipedes — they 
just naterly couldn't stand it, and every 
last one of them pizen varmints made a wild 
dash over the sand hills for San Carlos, and 
the dust they kicked up looked like a sand- 

Bill was a hunter and trapper, and when 
I heard this story he was hunting and trap- 
ping wolves on White River in Colorado. 
No better woodsman could be found than 
he, and he knew the nature and the habits 
of the wild creatures of the woods as well 
as it is possible for man to know them. 
Bill and Tom were inseparable companions, 
and Bill had a habit of talking to Tom much 
the same as he would to a human being, 
and the wonder of it was Tom seemed to 
understand what his master said to him. 
The hunting season had closed by the time 
Bill had his camp established; that is, it was 
as far as the white man was concerned. 
However, the Utes of the White River res- 
ervation refused to honor the game laws 
and considered that they had a right to kill 
deer when they took a notion to do so, 
which was about every month in the year. 

As Bill said, "The woods was full of the 
pesky varmints." It being literally a fact 
at that time, as there was no less than a 
dozen encampments of the shiftless Indians 
strung up and down Yellow Creek in the 
vicinity of Bill's camp. Now those red 
game thieves were an eyesore to the old 
trapper, and the cause of several one-sided 
conversations between him and Tom. "Dad 
rot their smoke colored hides, Tom," he 
would say, "what in thunder do you sup- 
pose they can be thinkin' about, a-shootin' 
these hard buckskins down jist to get the 
poor critters' hide. The first thing we know 
there won't be any more deer left in this 
neck of the woods than in Carson City. 
Dad-rat their ornery pictures." 

Tom would listen to this outburst with 
one ear cocked front and the other back 
and roll his eye until the white showed in a 
most alarming fashion, which made him look 
decidedly vicious. But the old hunter 
Vv r ould only grin at this demonstration and 
remark that if he and Tom had the job of 
lookin' after the game "they would send 
them blamed Utes squadkin for home like 

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a passel of chickens when they see the 
shadow of a hawk sail across the barnyard." 
He had several lines of traps set across the 
country, and one of these lines extended to 
the top of a cedar clad hill, the top being 
flat and covered with Sarvis brush, the west- 
ern edge fringed with a growth of cedar 
trees, and here the ground broke into the 
sand drains that led to Yellow Creek. Bill 
had never been across, but he made up his 
mind he would ride over some day and sat- 
isfy his curiosity, for he could hear shots 
over there, and occasionally it sounded like 
a good-sized battle was in full swing. Of 
course, he knew what it was and in his 
mind's eye he could see the Utes slaughter- 
ing the deer, and he would get so worked 
up that he would swear like a pirate. One 
cold raw afternoon he had taken a fox from 
the last trap on the line which led to the 
top of the cedar hill. He mounted Tom and 
rode over to the trees which fringed the far 
edge of the flat. There he left Tom and 
went through on foot. When he had 
reached the further side he stepped behind 
a cedar and peered down on the bed of the 
coullie. The scene which met his eyes 
brought a frown to his brow, and a few 
choice cuss words to his lips. Seated on 
either side of a campfire, above which hung 
a large cast-iron kettle, were an old buck 
and his squaw. To the right of the buck 
lay a large pile of green deer skins, and this 
was the cause of the old trapper's anger. 
He fairly itched to go down and give the 
greasy old scoundrel a good booting, but he 
knew that it would not do, so he stood and 
watched for several minutes without any 
other demonstration than to swear softly 
to himself. Presently a sly twinkle began to 
show in his eye as an idea took shape in his 
mind, and from his eyes it spread into a 
broad grin. "By jinks," he muttered, "if I 
don't do it I hope I may be shot for a 
coyote," and suiting the action to the word 
he threw his rifle to his face and as the 
sights swung into line with the kettle the 
thin, keen crack of the smokeless cartridge 
rang out and the kettle leaped into a hun- 
dred fragments, while its scalding contents 
flew in all directions. A generous portion 
dropped down the old buck's back, and he 
gave a howl of pain and astonishment, and 
turning an undignified back flipflap, scooted 
for the woods on the_ further side of the 
clearing, while the squaw dived head first 
into a wolf hole which chanced to be handy. 
The hole only accommodated about three- 
fourths of her length, and as a consequence 
her legs were making frantic deaf and dumb 
signs at the sky in a vain effort to follow 
their owner into the hole. 

The sight was too much for the old hunt- 
er's sense of humor and he rolled on the 
ground in silent convulsions, while the tears 
ran down his weather beaten face. When 

he could get his breath he sat up and said: 
"Well I'll be darned if that don't beat any 
circus I ever saw. If Tom had seen it he 
would have sure busted his self a horse- 
laughing." By the time he had recovered 
from his fit of laughter the Utes from far- 
ther down the coullie had begun to gather 
at the scene of the excitement, and every 
one of them was jabbering and making mo- 
tions at the same time. Bill thought this a 
very good time to make tracks for camp be- 
fore he was discovered. On the way home 
he had to go over the whole story for Tom's 
benefit; upon which Tom flipped his left 
ear back and looked as wise as a basket full 
of owls. The outcome of it was that the 
Utes followed Bill's trail to his camp; that 
is three of the most hostile did. They had 
made up their minds that Bill was one of 
the hated Buckskin Police, as they persist in 
calling the game wardens, and so they had 
decided to kill him. A warden had been 
killed by them the year before while trying 
to uphold the law, and his murderers had 
never been caught, and as a consequence 
they thought they had an easy job in 
assassinating the old hunter. Of course, 
they could have shot him in daylight, but 
that would have been contrary to their ar- 
tistic conception of carrying out an assas- 
sination. Besides, there was a chance that 
they might not kill their man outright, and 
they had too much respect for the white 
man's aim to take even a remote chance of 
a return shot. Bill cooked and ate his sup- 
per, while Tom cropped the short, dry grass 
about the camp. After he had his fill he 
backed into a thick Sarvisberry bush, where 
he stood nodding contentedly. When he 
had finished his meal, Bill filled his pipe, 
and after he had smoked it out, he rolled 
himself in his blankets and was soon in the 
land of dreams. An hour or two passed and 
then a figure stole from a bush toward the 
sleeping form of the old hunter. He was 
quickly followed by the second and third 
Ute. Little did they know that a pair of 
sharp eyes were watching their every move- 
ment. One of the Indians glided around 
the bed and bent over the unconscious man, 
his hand swinging upwards slowly. In it 
was the gleam of steel. At the same instant 
Tom flashed from the sarvis bush, and be- 
fore the descending arm of the assassin 
had moved a foot on its mission of death 
the pony's strong teeth had closed upon it 
with a snap like a sprung bear trap, and he 
went flying twenty feet away with his arm 
broken and half severed from his body. 
Tom did not stop at that. He charged upon 
the remaining Indians like a whirlwind, 
knocked one over and stepped on him, and 
as the other turned to fly the- heels of the 
pony hit him in the small of the back and 
threw him into the forked limbs of a cedar, 
from which he presently dropped and took 



off clown the hill as fast as his legs could 
carry him, with the second Ute in close 
pursuit. By the time Bill got untangled 
from the blankets it was all over and Tom 
was calmly cropping the grass. 

He presently located the crippled Indian 
by his groans, and by the time that he got 
him into the glow of the camp fire, which 
he had stirred up, the Ute was just coming 
to. Bill bound up his arm and gave him a 
lift in the direction of his camp (the lift 
being in the shape of a number ten boot 
toe). Of course, he could figure out about 
what had happened, and to use his own 
words, "I jest naterally fell on that dang 
little cuss's neck and squalled. Jest to 
think that the blamed little duffer was 
watchin' them red skunks all the time, and 
when it was his play he dropped the joker 
on them and euchered their little game. 
Will I sell Tom? No, I guess not to-day." 
William Albert Scott, Rawlins, Wyo. 


Editor Recreation : 

At 3 p. m., July 3, 1903, I saddled my 
mule and rode to the office, where I found 
waiting for me Sr. Maxon, who was to be my 
partner. Four p. m. found us at Zaruma, 
buying a bottle of mayorca for our Mozo. 
The Ecuadorian native likes a good, fiery, 
potent liquor; none of your weak material 
for him. 

Zaruma is a town of about 1,000 inhabit- 
ants, and, although only one mile distant 
from the mines, it is some 1,000 feet above 
them. Nestled among the Andean hills, it 
is extremely picturesque, but like many 
other Spanish-American towns, it is not so 
pleasant to smell. Buzzards comprise its 
system of sewage. 

Leaving Zaruma, the trail leads rapidly 
upward, winding in and out among the 
mountains, sometimes deep in a cut worn by 
generations of mules passing between Zaruma 
and Cuenca, but more often unfolding to our 
delighted gaze a view of surpassing loveli- 
ness ; patches of cane, rice, plantains, bananas, 
pine apples, mangoes and other fruit. Far 
beyond rose the cordillera of the Andes, the 
barrier between us and the almost unknown 
region of the Oriente, the home of the Ji- 
voras, Samoras and other savage tribes. 
Scattered along the trail and dotting the val- 
leys were the little thatched mud-plastered 
shacks of the natives, each surrounded by its 
banana trees and cant. 

We made our first night stand at a house 
near the Muluncay River, and, after dicker- 
ing for cane for the mules, we proceeded to 
cook chuck. Didn't we eat ! I had left all the 
arrangements for food to Maxon, and it 
seems, he sized my appetite wrong, for I 
nearly starved. He didn't eat enough to keep 
a good-sized cat alive, and when I told him 
so he pretended to be surprised. 

We turned in early, and by 6 a. m. on the 
4th of July we were cooking breakfast. Nor 
did we forget that it was the Fourth, for we 
made the Andean echoes ring with shots 
from our six-shooters. 

We had been told by an acquaintance who 
had traveled to Quito by that road dur- 
ing the rainy season that the Muluncay River 
was dangerous to ford, being swift and deep, 
but we found it, in the dry season, a beauti- 
ful mountain stream of crystal-clear water, 
tumbling down over a little fall and crossing 
the road in the centre of a gulch. However, 
evidences of its terrific force when high were 
not wanting. 

From the Muluncay our road lay through 
rich, sub-tropical forests. Everywhere na- 
ture had strewn with a lavish hand huge 
ferns, and tall trees decked in moss and para- 
sites of all kinds, and hung from top to bot- 
tom with llianas and giant plants, the leaves 
of which often measured over six feet in 

The trail was sometimes steep and difficult 
and again it lay through some delightful 
glade or along a ridge, bordered on each side 
by trees and other vegetation and carpeted by 
the softest of green grass. We saw beautiful 
vari-colored birds and troops of chattering 
parrots, all talking at once. Then we would 
cross a rushing mountain brook, clear and 
cold, yet only about 200 miles south of the 

During the night, and especially toward 
morning, it had seemed cold to us, with our 
thin blood, although at the coldest the ther- 
mometer measured 60 degrees above zero. 
Later we began to get the full heat of the 
sun once more. 

Coming out on the side of a mountain we 
obtained our first view of the ridge on which 
Las Cuevas (the caves) were situated. In- 
deed, had we only known it, we were able to 
see the exact spot which was our ultimate 

We left the spot from which that view was 
taken at 11 a. m., crossing the valley and 
making camp for lunch in a little natural 
clearing at the foot of the mountains on the 
other side. We reached the timber line about 
3 p. m. We had left behind us all the s~»ft 
beauty of the wooded slope, and from there 
on we had the grander "beauty of the bare 
mountains. The higher we climbed, the 
higher rose other walls before us, till, gain- 
ing the ridge and passing some distance along 
it, we reached The Caves about 5 p. m. 

The change in temperature had been sud- 
den. The height was over 11,000 feet by 
barometrical measurement, and the strong 
wind chilled us thoroughly. We were glad 
to get a fire started with some wood which 
our mozo had packed up from below on one 
of the mules. 

What a glorious view we enjoyed that af- 
ternoon ! Far away across the great valley, 

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the Peruvian Andes lay piled above one an- 
other, shading off from a reddish hue to a 
blue haze, hardly to be distinguished from the 
sky. Then the clouds commenced to roll in 
from the East, the great blanket which gen- 
erally settles down over the lower country at 
night, and by 6:30 p. m. only the highest 
ridges could be seen. Far below us lav a 
white sea of clouds. 

I am as great an enthusiast over roughing 
it as one could be, but that night at The 
Caves was roughing it, indeed; yet the ther- 
mometer showed only 42 degrees above zero. 
Not so very cold, it felt cold just the same, 
with the wind blowing forty miles an hour 
and only a rock sloping inward for shelter. 
Yet we enjoyed it all; smoke, ashes in our 
eyes, wind and cold. After all, these things 
only add to the real pleasure of the life. 
They tell so plainly that one is away from 
the hateful city and everything connected 
with it. 

An early breakfast the morning of the 5th, 
and a flying start, took us down out of the' 
cold weather just in time to save Maxon's 
life. His teeth had chattered all night. We 
again passed through beautiful forests, 
crossed the Muluncay, and by 7 p. m. were 
eating a good dinner, having descended over 
9,000 feet since 6:30 a. m. 

We are both in the harness again, but the 
memory of that little paseo will stay with us 

Ralph C. Kline, Zaruma, Ecuador, S. A. 

ondacks kill more trout, in a year's time, 
than all the fishermen catch in the open 
season. This is saying considerable, but 
it is a statement of facts and cannot well 
be gainsaid by the makers of the law 
mentioned above. . . . 

John E. Dowd, Beaver River, N. Y. > 


The following clipping from the Utica 
Press has been handed us by Mr. Frank C. 
Metzger, of Herkimer, N. Y. : 

To the Editor of the Utica Daily Press: 
I want to, if I can properly, call atten- 
tion to a fact which affects sportsman- 
ship to a degree generally unknown, and 
which is fully realized by a comparatively 
few. It is a game law which, by its 
amendment through Section 3, Chap. 
580, Laws of 1904, places a close season 
en otter until October, 1906. 

This law by whomsoever drafted, is a 
mistaken one. In effect, it is inimical to 
the interest of all sportsmen who come 
to the Adirondacks during the fishing 
and hunting seasons. 

Otter have an insatiable appetite, and 
they are the most aesthetic epicures 
known in the aquatic animal kingdom. 
They are not satisfied with the full- 
ness of the finest fish that inhabit _ any 
stream or lake, but must destroy either 
in sport or maliciousness, more trout 
than they can eat. I make this assertion 
only because proven to me by a large 
number of woodsmen and_ guides, men 
who have known their habits for a long 
term of years, that the otter in the Adir- 


Given two able-bodied males, with a nat- 
ural love for the woods and fields and 
streams, and an abhorrence of summer ho- 
tels and their artificialities, and you have 
the basis of a canoe trip anywhere, and at 
any time. Add to this one cedar canvas cov- 
ered canoe, with carrying yoke and paddles, 
an ample supply of heavy army blankets and 
rubber ponchoes, a small canvas shelter tent, 
the simplest possible kind of a cooking outfit, 
fifty pounds of provisions, an axe, a com- 
pass, some good maps, a camera, and plenty 
of fishing tackle, and you have a fairly ade- 
quate outfit for the trip we took, a jaunt of 
something like two hundred miles through 
the lakes of the western Adirondacks. 

Our point of departure was Old Forge, the 
terminus of the Fulton Chain Railway, two 
miles northeast of Fulton Chain, on the Ad- 
irondack Railroad. 

We arrived at noon and took to the water 
immediately, after carefully stowing our one 
hundred and twenty odd pounds of duffle, 
disposed between two of the so-called "Ca- 
nadian packs" with head-carrier attachment, 
for convenience in packing over the portages. 
Most Adirondack woodsmen and tourists will 
tell you to use pack-baskets. The Canadian 
pack basket is seldom, if ever, seen in that 
region, but we found that the pack-basket 
was apt to be top-heavy in the canoe, while 
the pack we used lies flat in the bottom, 
steadies the canoe, and renders embarking 
and disembarking much easier. 

Turning to the left as we left the Old 
Forge Dock, we paddled a little over a mile 
up Old Forge Inlet, a mere enlargement of 
the middle branch of the Moose River, 
which drains the Fulton Chain, the first 
group of lakes through which the trail leads. 
A sharp bend to the right and the inlet opens 
into First Lake, a picturesque sheet of water, 
containing several tiny islets, its shore dotted 
with sylvan camps. From here we followed 
the white buoys of the Fulton Navigation^ 
Company, which runs a line of tiny steamers 
to the head of Fourth Lake. First Lake is 
not over a mile long, and merges almost im- 
perceptibly into Second Lake of about the 
same general character and extent. From 
Second Lake a narrow opening, almost un- 
discoverable until actually upon itj you pass 
to Third Lake, which is larger and more 
regular in shape, being a nearly perfect oval. 
On the right is Third Lake creek, a most 
charming streamlet, navigable for some miles, 



and a great resort for picnic parties from 
neighboring summer hotels and camps. 

The Bald Mountain house, popularly 
known as "Barrett's," is on the left. From 
here the trail leads to the summit of Bald 
Mountain, a visit to which should certainly 
he paid, for the way is not difficult, takes but 
a short twenty minutes to cover, and the out- 
look from the top is exceptionally fine. 

As you face east, on your right, you see 
the vanishing foothills of the lower Adiron- 
dacks, stretching away to the beautiful Mo- 
hawk valley; on your left, the higher peaks 
of the Adirondack's, — range upon range, peak 
overtopping peak, even to the giants cluster- 
ing about Mt. Seward and Mount Ampersand, 
with a dim suggestion of Mt. Marcy in the 
extreme back ground. In front, and at your 
very feet, the first four lakes of the Fulton 
Chain are spread out, like links in a neck- 
lace, and beyond them you can catch the 
sparkle of a stray sunbeam upon dancing 
water, betraying the presence of other lakes, 
among them Limekiln, and Little Moose. 

Descending the mountain, and getting 
afloat once more, a short paddle through a 
narrow winding channel brought us to 
Fourth Lake. This is the largest link in 
the chain, and is in the shape of a gigantic 
bow or new moon, the northern tip curving 
off tow r ards the cast. Here we made our 
first camp. 

Fourth Lake is, comparatively speaking, 
densely populated. Hundreds of cottages and 
camps line the forest-fringed shores, canoes 
and guide-boats are numerous, and the 
''chug-chug'' of the irrepressible steam or 
naphtha launch (locally known as "put-puts") 
is constantly in the air. 

As to temporary camping sites, both here 
and in other parts of the voyage, a word may 
not be amiss. While unauthorized camping 
on private ground is forbidden, the places 
are few and far between where a one night's 
camp will be disturbed, and little trouble 
should be anticipated in the selection of 
camp sites. 

Fourth Lake is nine miles in length. At 
Eagle Bay. the head of the lake, we turned 
to the left into the Inlet, a mile of which 
leads us to Fifth Lake, a mere pond, with the 
beginning of our first carry directly in front 
of us. This portage is over a sandy, hilly 
road, and three-quarters of a mile long, 
leading to Sixth Lake, which is rather deso- 
late and marsh}-, and two miles in length. A 
short inlet brought us to Seventh Lake, a 
somewhat larger body of w r ater, two miles 
long, and heavily wooded along the shores. 
From the head of the lake there was a port- 
age of a mile and a half to Eighth Lake, and 
two miles up this, keeping to the right bank, 
we struck the Brown's Tract Carry, two 
miles and a half through the woods and the 
longest portage during the entire trip. 

Four miles and a half of the tortuous and 
narrow windings of the sluggish Brown's 

Tract inlet, Raquette lake, the largest of 
the woodland water-ways, where you can 
spend a week at the very least without half 
covering the ground. Two miles straight- 
away northeast from the mouth of the Inlet 
is the beginning of the Marion river. 
Paddling up this five miles, a short carry of 
one-eighth mile over the tracks of a summer 
railroad we come to Utowana Lake, which 
extends two and a half miles to Eagle Lake. 
A mile on Eagle lake leads us into Blue 
Mountain lake, and here we took a day off 
to climb Blue mountain, for the famous pan- 
orama to be seen from the summit. 

From Blue Mountain Lake village, on the 
south shore of the lake, we had our whole 
outfit carried over to Long lake, eight miles 
by mountain roads, for the small sum of 
three dollars. We loitered along the fifteen 
miles of the latter lake, fishing until we 
reached the mouth of the Raquette river at 
the outlet of the lake. After another fifteen 
miles of travel, made easy by the swift cur- 
rent with but one carry of a mile and three- 
quarters at Raquette falls, we came to the 
mouth of the Ampersand or Stony creek, on 
the right as you descend the river. Two 
miles of this rapid, shallow, winding, and 
narrow stream and we crossed the three 
Stony Creek ponds in rapid succession (they 
are less than a mile in their total breadth), 
arriving at the Indian Carry, near the Hi- 
awatha Lodge, which portage is one mile in 
length, we paddled to Rustic Lodge on Upper 
Saranac lake. 

From here you have your choice of several 
routes — all equally alluring to the canoeist. 
Go, as we did. down the Saranac river to 
Round pond, or [Middle Saranac, and thence 
continue on down the river to Lower Sara- 
nac, with its many beautiful islets, its moun- 
tainous environs and magnificent hotels, re- 
turning by the same route to L'pper Saranac 
lake, a total distance of twenty-four miles. 
From Rustic Lodge you have at least three 
methods of reaching Tupper lake, your next 

You can traverse the entire length of Up- 
per Saranac to Saranac Inn, and thence 
through a winding succession of tiny lake- 
lets, streams and ponds, with frequent port- 
ages, to Big Tupper lake. Or four miles 
over the Sweeney Carry from the Waubeek 
Hotel will bring you to the Raquette river 
once more. Or else two miles over the Axton 
Carry, the route we took, brings you to the 
Cornell Forestry School at Axton, and you 
can reach Tupper via the Raquette river, a 
long and dreary journey of nearly thirty 
miles. We would advise the canoeist to avoid 
this stretch of country, if possible. It was 
the only disappointing section of our trip. 
The ravages of the lumbermen are painfully 
apparent, the river is practically a mere 
lumber drive, and the desolation and monot- 
ony of the journey is almost unbearable. 
Big Tupper lake, especially in its upper 



reaches, is picturesque in the extreme, and 
deserves several days' attention, but we were 
already over our time, and on the sixteenth 
day out paddled into Tupper Lake village, 
shipped our canoe back to Old Forge, staged 
it over to Tupper Lake Junction — and our 
summer's wanderings were at an end. 

This is but one of hundreds of routes that 
can be laid out in the Adirondack region. 
Having followed the water-trail once, you 
will do it again, — and right here within a 
day's journey of home you can find a differ- 
ent trail every year you go out, and go out 
every year of your life. 

The expense is merely nominal. Equip- 
ment, maintenance, and railroad fares from 
any point in New York State need not cost 
to exceed $30 per man for a two weeks' trip, 
and we did it for less. And the free life oi 
the open, the sweet influence of the woods 
and waters, the utter absence of worldly 
cares and responsibilities, is a grand good 
tonic for any man, be he old or young. 


Editor Recreation : 

I wonder if any of your readers have ever 
followed hounds over the prairie and through 
the buttes on a wolf chase. Some, I am 
sure, have; and to those who have not I 
would say there is no finer sport. Hunting 
parties do not always meet with the success 
of Dick Sturgeon's party, which, after a two 
days' chase in the buttes west of town, se- 
cured five prairie wolves and two jack rab- 

We had six greyhounds out and no guns. 
If your eastern readers could know the ex- 
citement of a rattling gallop over the plain 
after a fast flying wolf or rabbit they would 
appreciate our keen enjoyment. Shooting 
seems almost tame by comparison. Give me 
horse and hound for fun. 

I am pleased with Recreation under its 
new editor, and feel sure his pages for boys 
will be very much appreciated by the young- 

W. H. Carnahan, Leeds, N. D. 


The camera is coming to be as much a 
part of the automobile outfit as the lamps 
or the identification number, and our maga- 
zines are becoming full of photographs of 
automobile incidents and bits of landscape 
taken en route. With so much space on the 
machine, little thought need be taken as to 
smallness of the outfit, as in the old bicycle 
days, when every pound of weight made an 
additional burden. But the precautions tak- 
en in those days apply equally well with the 
automobile. Rough roads and thank-you- 
maums will jolt a big car as much as they 
do a bicycle and the camera owner should* 
consequently be careful to protect his camera 

as far as possible against undue shaking. 
That is, the plate-camera owner should. The 
film camera will look after itself pretty well, 
without suffering ill-effects from a little 
jolting. But with the plate-camera, it is 
different. Plates do not fit tightly into the 
holders, and if thrown about will cast off 
little splinters of glass that will lodge on 
the surface of the plate and appear as annoy- 
ing spots on the prints. A thick pad of 
some soft resilient material should be placed 
at the bottom of the camera case and an- 
other one at the top. This will be some pro- 
tection against jolts, but, if possible, the 
plate-camera should always be held on the 
lap and certainly not placed on the floor of 
the car. 


Judging from the advertisements one sees 
in the various magazines, photography is be- 
ing still further simplified this year and the 
old-time pleasures we used to have in 
watching the gradual evolution of the nega- 
tive picture from the blank film is slowly 
but surely being taken away from us. No 
longer is it even necessary to put your roll 
of film in a metal box and to turn a crank 
a given number of minutes. That, too, is 
passe now. You just reel up your film in 
a red celluloid apron and stick it into a cup 
of developer to develop by itself. That's 
all. No dark-room, no mess, no labor. And 
when your negatives are marked and dried, 
you place them in a printing-frame with a 
piece of black-looking sensitized paper, and 
after a few minutes' exposure to the sun, you 
develop your print in water and lo ! and 
behold ! the vivid colors of nature, in rich 
blues and greens and browns and yellows 
glow out upon you in startling vividness. 
Verily, we do progress since the days of old 
Daguerre, and the man or woman who dab- 
bles not in photography little know how 
much genuine pleasure they are missing in 
these days of "photography made easy." 


No photographer taking a pride in his work 
should ever be content with a print show- 
ing an expanse of blank, cloudless sky. 

All landscapes of an open nature 
are improved when a suitable cloud is 
printed in the sky. Very many land- 
scapes of this kind are absolutely unin- 
teresting and void of feeling without a suit- 
able cloud effect. It is rarely possible to 
obtain a printable sky on the same negative 
as the landscape. By far the most efficacious 
method is to take separate cloud negatives 
and print them in; being careful to see that 
your cloud effect is in keeping with your 




Editor Recreation : 

The gentle art of canoeing has made won- 
derful strides of late. So much so that the 
Indian canoe is to be found alike on the Hud- 
son, the Seine and the Thames. Yet were 
one of the ancient Indian worthies to return 
to our midst, he would perhaps hardly rec- 
ognize the craft. 

The Indian canoe was built of birch bark. 
The modern canoe may be made of anything, 
from boiler plate to oil silk; but the two ma- 
terials that are finding greatest favor are the 
wood of the white cedar and closely woven 
canvas. Advocates of the modern canoe point 
out that the Indian made his craft of birch 
bark because nothing else equally good was 
available. This is true. We find today that 
the birch bark has certain advantages in wil- 
derness travel that are not to be gainsaid. 
In the first place they are lighter, length for 
length, than any other canoe of equal carry- 
ing capacity. I have known new birch bark 
canoes made by an Indian trapper for his own 
use that weighed but twenty-three pounds, 
though they were eleven feet in length, and 
would carry, at least, two hundred and fifty 
pounds on a draft of four to five inches. A 
15-foot canoe that I assisted in paddling over 
several hundred miles of difficult navigation, 
weighed forty-five pounds at the end of the 
trip, and would probably not have tipped the 
beam at more than forty pounds when we? 
started. The birch bark becomes sensibly 
heavier during a long journey, owing to the 
splits lining the inside, becoming sodden, and 
also through the accumulation of earth and 
gravel in the chinks. 

The Peterborough canoe, which although 
originally made at Peterborough, Ontario, is 
now built in many other places, is a much 
easier craft to paddle than the birch boat, and 
there is no reason why it should not carry 
an equal load and be as good a boat in a sea- 
way; but the manufacturers are forced to 
supply the canoe that the public demands, 
and the great canoe-buying public consists 
mostly of the youths that desire to paddle 
swiftly over an unobstructed course, usually 
so situated that the young lady friends of the 
aforesaid youths may view the sport either 
from the boat-club veranda, or some other 
equally favorable point of vantage. These 
youngsters know nothing of bad rivers. Few 
of them have ever followed the Indian and 
seen him move all his earthly belongings from 
point to point in a birch bark canoe. So 
that they do not appreciate the value of the 
material that the Indian prefers. 

The birch bark canoe will outlive the Peter- 
borough in a seaway — and when I say the 
Peterborough I mean all canoes of metal and 
canvas as well. The birch bark canoe, owing 
to the rocker of its bottom, can be made to 
twist and turn so as to avoid rocks and snags, 
much more readily than the straighter, nar- 

rower and heavier Peterborough. But these 
objections to the Peterborough are only ob- 
jections to the model usually selected. Any 
of the firms that build canoes could make 
one that would prove superior to the Indian 
canoe in every respect, but the demand does 
not seem to warrant any extensive outlay for 
moulds and patterns. As long as the white 
man is satisfied with mere speed, the present 
Peterborough and its competitors arc good 
enough. But should he want a Peterborough 
for long-distance travel in the wilderness, he 
will do well to confide his intention to the 
builder, in order that the latter may modify 
the proposed craft in the way of depth, 
weight and shear. For instance, one little 
difference in the make of a canoe means much 
on a long portage. The Indian canoe is al- 
ways of such a depth that, when the paddles 
are tied lengthwise from the center to the 
forward bar, the weight of the canoe will rest 
on the man's shoulder when he carries it, 
the depth being sufficient to keep the up- 
turned craft from pressing on the top of his 

With the ordinary Peterborough the whole 
weight of the canoe is thrown on the head 
and neck, -which is, to say the least, undesir- 

The Indian canoes of other days did not 
contain a single nail or piece of metal. Yet 
for such work as they were designed noth- 
ing could have been better. In those days 
large canoe birch were abundant; now they 
are scarce in most places, and the Indians 
travel long distances to secure sheets of birch 
bark, and even then have to put up with a 
quality that would not have been acceptable 
in other days. In regions where the white 
birch is not to be found, spruce bark is made 
use of, but it is very inferior to that of birch. 
Canvas is undoubtedly a first-rate covering 
for a canoe; it is a pity that it does not 
grow in the forest. Of course, a roll of can- 
vas may be taken with which to cover the 
canoe, but the roll of canvas has to be car- 
ried, perhaps, over many an arduous portage, 
and may, even then, never be rquired, while 
the birch bark, when wanted, may be found 
almost anywhere. 

St. Croix, Montreal. 


Editor Recreation. 

I have paddled the route many times, and 
can heartily endorse the Connecticut as an 
ideal waterway for devotees of the canoe. 
Throughout the state of Massachusetts the 
scenery is Unsurpassed anywdiere, and while 
lacking the wildness of more northern rivers, 
it has a beauty quite as enjoyable. 

Any time you or your correspondents de- 
sire further information I shall be most happy 
to give you a lift. 

Chas. S. Taylor, Westbrook, Conn. 

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Editor Recreation : 

Accuracy is one of the fundamental fea- 
tures of success in life. To be accurate in 
thought, word and deed insures not only re- 
spect and admiration, but also increased 
power and physical well being. This is true 
of a nation as well as of an individual. In the 
case of the nation, however, a certain kind of 
accuracy goes further in determining results 
that are far reaching: that is, accuracy in 
hitting an enemy who is attacking the Gov- 
ernment either as an invader or as a rebel 
against constituted laws. 

If we review history we will be impressed 
with the fact that all great events which have 
tended toward the establishment of nations 
as individual units, together with the power 
to protect their rights and privileges, have 
been decided by the appeal to arms, and al- 
ways won by the nation which had taught its 
citizens to hit what they aimed at. This ap- 
plies equally well to the use of stones, clubs, 
sling shots, javelins, swords, arrows, smooth 
bore guns and rifles. And as far as we can 
see into the future, our rights and privileges 
as nations will still have to be maintained by 
our ability to protect ourselves,* for this 
world is still far from adopting the Golden 
Rule as a precept. 

The United States of America had its birth 
and was baptized amid the smell of powder 
and the singing of bullets, and since then 
has had to protect itself repeatedly against at- 
tacks. Historians say, "History repeats it- 
self." If this be true, then this nation of ours 
will again have to pass through the fire of 
shot and shell, and the question which is agi- 
tating the true patriots and earnest thinkers 
of our country is how we shall stand the 

The standing army of the United States 
numbers sixty thousand. The National 
Guard»,or State Militia approximates one hun- 
dred and twenty-five thousand. Combining 
the regular army and the National Guard we 
have a total of one hundred and eighty-five 
thousand soldiers. Let us suppose that this 
total strength is capable of service ; that it is 
fully armed and equipped ; that it thoroughly 
understands how to mobilize ; that its quar- 
termaster and commissary departments are 
perfect ; that its commanding general and 
every officer down to its last second lieuten- 
ant knows every requirement of his position ; 
that it is an absolutely perfect army. Can it 
shoot to hit what it aims at? If not, it had 
better be disbanded. It is no use. 

Five years ago a group of patriotic men re- 
alized that marksmanship in the United States 
was by no means what it should be ; that the 
oft-quoted saying, "the Americans are a na- 
tion of riflemen/' was untrue. These men 
met and formulated plans to arouse an in- 
terest in rjfle shooting throughout the entire 

country. At first their efforts met with small 
success ; it was hard to make people believe 
that rifle practice was the most important 
duty of the soldier and citizen. However, a 
match was arranged between Ireland and the 
United States, in which we learned a great 
deal that we did not know about shooting, 
and the Irishmen defeated us. In 1901 the 
Palma Trophy, which had been presented by 
the people of the United States in 1876 for 
competition to the riflemen of the world, was 
dragged out of a dusty storehouse and put 
once more in competition. Canada sent a 
team down and took the trophy to Canada. 
In this match we learned much more that we 
did not know. In 1902 the interest became 
more general, and we sent a team to Canada 
to try to get back the trophy. Great Britain 
also sent a team and took the now famous 
Palma Trophy to England. In this match 
we imbibed more information from the Brit- 
ish team, while the knowledge we had already 
gained and improved upon enabled us to de- 
feat the Canadians. The year 1903 marked a 
turning point in the history of rifle shooting. 
The United States sent a team to England in 
June and. defeating the whole freld in the 
largest international rifle match the world 
had known, brought back the Palma Trophy 
to the United States. (Owing to a contro- 
versy arising over a technicality, the trophy 
was voluntarily returned to Great Britain and 
will probably be contested for next year). In 
the fall of 1903 the work of the Board for 
the Promotion of Rifle Practice appointed by 
the then Secretary of War, Hon. Elihu Root, 
and composed of five members from the 
Army, Navy and Marine Corps, eight trustees 
of the National Rifle Association and eight 
members from the country at large, twenty- 
one in all, began to bear fruit and the first 
National match was shot. This match is 
open to teams of twelve men, to two teams, 
Infantry and Cavalry, from the regular Army, 
one each from the Navy, the Marine Corps 
and the District of Columbia, and from each 
state maintaining an organized militia. The 
meeting was held on the beautiful range of the 
State of New Jersey at Sea Girt, and the 
match was won by the State of New York. 
Very little excitement was created by this : 
most important contest excepting among the J 
comparatively few teams competing. The 
Eastern newspaper notices were scanf and 
uninteresting, and the country at large scarce- 
ly knew that such an event had happened. 

August, 1904, saw nineteen competing teams 
— four from the Regular establishment and 
fifteen state teams — encamped on the Repub- 
lican Flats at Fort Riley, Kansas. The three 
days' contest was full of excitement and the 
contest was not decided until the last skir- 
mish run was made. Again the State of New 
York carried off first place. The Navy team 
was second and the Army Infantry tiling 



Three more days were given up to individual 
competitions in rifle and revolver shooting. 
After this match the press of the country be- 
gan to take notice and devoted at least three 
inches of space to a meeting which was to be 
the_ turning point in rifle shooting in the 
United States. In any other country this 
match would have occupied columns in the 
newspapers and would have been considered 
important news. Outside of a very few pa- 
pers, therefore, no credit can be claimed by 
the press of this country for the wonderful 
interest manifested in rifle shooting which 
will culminate in the great National match 
of 1905. 

From Maine to Texas, from Florida to 
Washington, and in between, teams are com- 
ing to Sea Girt, New Jersey, to compete for 
the National Trophy. Thirty-five states will 
be represented, the Army Infantry, Army 
Cavalry, the Navy and the Marine Corps will 
swell the number to thirty-nine, and there is 
a possibility that West Point and Annapolis 
will also compete, making forty-one teams all 
animated with one desire and purpose : to 
show their skill in rifle shooting, or if not, to 
show their skill, to learn all that can be 
learned at this big encampment of riflemen, 
and to bear that knowledge back to their re- 
spective states and communities so that in 
1906 they will attend the meeting much bet- 
ter prepared in every way to show their devel- 
opment as true soldiers. 

Truly these patriotic, earnest men who 
have been behind this rifle shooting move- 
ment since its incipiency, who have sacrificed 
time and money to bring about a revival of 
that most important duty of a soldier, the art 
of shooting straight, deserve the thanks of 
this great nation of ours. They are not blood- 
thirsty men, they do not desire war, but they 
are_ far-sighted enough to see that if the 
United States trains its men to proficiency in 
the use of the rifle, other nations will realize 
it and war will be far from us. 

We quote the conditions of the National 
match : 

Kinds of fire: Slow, rapid and skirmish. 
Distances: Slow fire, 200, 6oo, 800 and 1,000 yards. 
Rapid fire, 200 and 500 yards. 
Skirmish fire, 2 runs. 
Number of shots: Two sighting shots and ten 

shots for record at each range. 
Positions: Standing at 200 yards and prone with 

head toward target at all other ranges. 
A.rms:_ United States service rifles and carbines 

with not less than 3-pound trigger pull. 
Ammunition: Service cartridge as manufactured and 
issued by the Ordnance Department, U. S. Navy. 
Three _ Days' Contest : 

First day, August 26th: 200 and 600 yards, 
slow fire, and 200 and 500 yards, rapid fire. 
Second day, August 28th: 800 and 1,000 yards, 

slow fire. 
Third day, August 29th: 2 skirmish runs. 

T. G. Ewing, 
Inspector General Rifle Practice, 

D. N, G. 


Editor Recreation : 

I have been buying Recreation, but now 
think it high time that I sent you a dollar 
for my subscription. I enclose the same 
herewith for one year's subscription, to start 
with the July number. 

My summer home is at Bethayres, Pa., 
where my father has a verv beautiful 'place! 
The county around there is ideal. The fish- 
ing does not amount to anything, although 
the creek has been stocked with bass, but 
the Italian quarrymen have used dynamite 
in the creek to such an extent that there are 
few, if any, left. 

The gunning consists mainly of rabbits, of 
which there are great numbers this vear, 
but even of this number few will survive 
the gunning season. The negroes go out in 
tribes" of about twenty in a bunch and 
shoot from morning until night, and it is 
few rabbits which have the good fortune 
to escape them, even though they are as a 
rule poor marksmen. But numbers count in 
this instance. 

I have three settings of English pheasant 
eggs which I expect to hatch next week, 
and as I know pheasants are hard to raise,' 
I thought that perhaps some of your readers 
can give me some of their experience. 

Thanking you in advance for any infor- 
mation which you can give me through Rec- 
reation, and wishing you success. 

Carl Bloom Wolf, Bethayres, Pa. 

You might get Tegethmeir's "Pheasants" 
published by Horace Co., Breams' Buildings 
London, England.— Editor. 

A Little Garden Calendar," by Albert 
Bigelow Paine, with 46 illustrations. (Hv 
Altemus & Co., Philadelphia.) 

As a method of conveying to children much 
pretty "folk-lore" relating to our garden flow 
ers and fruits, this book is highly commend- 
able, entertaining and unsual. On its practi- 
cal side it would have been much better to 
have curtailed, if not entirely omitted, the 
months of January, February and March,' dur- 
ing which flowers and vegetables, including 
corn, are depicted as growing in pots in an 
ordinary sitting-room's windows, and comino- 
to their full maturity. Any child who took 
this seriously and tried to do it, in a district 
such as this was, where the frost extended 
we 11 through the three months, would fail 
and more harm than good would have been 
effected The exigencies of the magazine, 
where the story was first published, might 
have required a chapter for every month but 
when they passed into a book there was no 
similar excuse. Only when the scene is 
changed from the artificial condition of the 
sitting-room to the sunshine of outdoors, does 
the instruction become practical and helpful 
to children. 




Editor Recreation : 

Many a time during his life did the late 
James T. Conlin, the shooting master, arge 
me to write a book on the subject of how to 
safely handle firearms. Safety was his 
hobby, and his criticism of most books on 
firearms was that they failed to inculcate 
the lesson of eternal vigilance and careful- 
ness in the handling of deadly weapons. 

Conlin conducted shooting galleries and 
ranges all his life, but after one fatal acci- 
dent in a gallery he never would have a 
counter or barrier of any sort between the 
shooter and the gallery attendant. Always 
he stood by the elbow or behind the man 
with the gun. The front end of a gun. he 
said, was always dangerous, no matter who 
held the weapon, and he handled guns on 
the theory that they were always loaded and 

speak softly to him or pay any attention to 
his protestations that his rifle isn't cocked 
and that he knows guns. Call a halt and 
settle the matter emphatically. 

Except while actually in pursuit of game, 
it is unnecessary to carry a loaded rifle on 
the trail. Most persons hunt with maga- 
zine rifles, and the motion of throwing a 
cartridge from the magazine into the cham- 
ber is so simple and quick that it can be 
executed, when game is seen unexpectedly, 
without causing the hunter to miss the* 
chance of a shot. 

If two are walking in Indian file, and it is 
advisable to carry loaded guns, the leader 
should carry his weapon muzzle forward, 
and the other should carry his piece over 
the shoulder. If there are three in the party, 
the middle man should carry his gun either 
so that it points to one side, or at such an 


cocked. That is an excellent working 

Probably everyone who shoots much, no 
matter how expert and careful he may be, 
has had narrow escapes from shooting some- 
body or getting shot accidentally. At least 
he has had a gun "go off" unexpectedly in 
his own hands. I profess to be a very care- 
ful man with a gun, but the cold shivers 
have chased up and down my spinal col- 
umn more than once at the report of a gun 
that I had no intention of firing. I never 
shot anyone, but I have been shot by my 
friends often enough to make me mighty 
watchful of the business ends of firearms 
and mighty sceptical of any man's assur- 
ance of his carefulness. Nothing like pick- 
ing number eights out of your scalp, or 
digging a few buck shot out of your legs, 
to make you particular in choosing hunting 

The chap to call down promptly and hard 
is the one who carries his rifle over his 
shoulder, pointing rearward, when he leads 
on the trail, or under his arm and pointing 
forward when he walks behind. Don't 

angle on his shoulder that it cannot menace 
the man behind. But there is seldom any 
good reason why more than one rifle in a 
party should have a cartridge in the cham- 
ber. The man in the lead is the only one 
likely to get a snap shot, and if game is 
jumped Ihe others can load from their 

However, no man having real good sense 
goes hunting with a crowd. One man with 
a gun is enough to watch, and to look out 
for when firing one's own weapon. 

One thing that a man who handles fire- 
arms cannot learn too soon — many learn it 
too late and at terrible cost — is not to trust 
the lock mechanism of the best gun ever 
made. When working the lever or bolt of a 
magazine rifle to transfer a cartridge from 
magazine to barrel, see that the muzzle 
points in a safe direction. The cartridge 
may be exploded by the closing of the ac- 
tion. A friend, walking behind me, once 
worked his magazine lever to load for a 
shot at a deer, which appeared suddenly, and 
his bullet struck the ground an inch from 
my heel. It was the first time his rifle ever 



played such a trick, but we found that the 
mechanism had become so worn that it was 
likely to do the same thing again. That 
might have been a costly discovery for both 
of us. It cost us a deer as it was. 

In closing the breech of a shot gun a cart- 
ridge may be exploded, either through de- 
fect in the lock, the jamming of a firing pin, 



keeping the loads in your gun while scal- 
ing a fence, shove the gun through first, 
muzzle foremost, and when you are over, 
pick it up by the stock. To get in front of 
another man's gun is to be a reckless fool ; 
to get in front of your own is- to be a 
drivelling idiot. 

I had a friend, an expert with firearms 
and an accomplished sportsman, who was 
shot by his own dog with his own gun. He 
had been after ducks in a boat. When he 
came ashore he placed his loaded hammer- 
less gun in the bow of the boat, left the dog 
in the stern and jumped out to haul the boat 
up from the water by the painter. The dog 
was eager to get ashore, and when the bow 
grated on the beach, he ran forward and 
jumped out. But the dog's foot touched a 
trigger, and my friend was killed. He for- 
got or neglected, carelessly, to unload his 
gun when he was done shooting. 

The only safe habit is to remove cart- 
ridges from the barrel of rifles and shot- 
guns as soon as you are done looking for 
game. Unload before you get back to 
camp, and with a magazine rifle be careful 
with the business end while you are work- 
ing the lever to remove the shell from the 

There are other rules of safety so obvious 
that it seems like teaching a kindergarten 

or the imperfect seating of a primer in the 
shell. Therefore, watch where your barrels 
point when you load a shot gun. 

Did you ever travel with a man who 
jumped out of the wagon to shoot at every- 
thing in sight, and who always tried to get 
back into the wagon with his gun loaded 
and sometimes cocked? I had three con- 
secutive days of that with an enthusiastic 
tyro, and that is why my hair began to turn 
grey before its time, I reckon. I had to 
hold him up forty times a day and compel* 
him to break open that gun, and he never 
did learn the lesson. 

Don't put a loaded gun into a wagon. 
Don't put a loaded gun anywhere out of 
your hands. If you must lay it down or 
stand it against a tree or a fence, unload lIMp-- 
the gun. But when you pick it up again, JSB^iM^' . 
assume that is is loaded and handle it ac- 
cordingly. It would be incredible if it were 
not so sadly true that there are people so 
bereft of sense as to seize a gun by the 
muzzle and pull it toward themselves. 
Coroner's juries ascertain that amazing fact 
every year. Nothing but sudden death 
breaks some men of the insane habit of 
pulling guns by the barrels out of wagons, 
out of boats and through fences. 

It is a simple matter to break open a gun 
before climbing a fence or getting into or 
out of a boat, and it is easy to take hold of 
the right end at all times. If you insist on 

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to repeat them, but the death list of each 
open season proves that hundreds of grown 
men need kindergarten lessons in shooting. 
This is the first : never shoot at anything 
which looks as if it might be a deer; be ab- 
solutely sure that it is a deer and nothing 
but a deer. Never shoot at all unless you 
know exactly what you are shooting at ; 
something moving in the brush is not game 
■ — probably it is a man. 



Another rule too often ig- 
nored, forbids shooting with 
bullets unless one can see 
where the bullets will stop. If 
you want to try your rifle at 
a mark, be sure that there is 
a backstop behind the target — 
a hill or a good, thick tree. And 
don't shoot into a lake or pond 
on the theory that because a 
bullet is lead it will sink as 
soon as it touches the water. 
It will skip like a flat stone, 
and may go a mile after strik- 
ing the water. If there are 
waves or even ripples on the 
water, the bullet will not travel 
in a direct line. It may strike 
the side of a little wave, and be 
deflected many degrees from' 
its original course. 

These shooting rules ap- 
ply, of course, to hunting 
grounds in settled countries. In an ab- 
solutely uninhabited wilderness one need 
not be so careful of the final destination of 
a bullet, but the wilderness is far away and 
soon will be only a memory. The Adiron- 
dack and the Maine woods long ago ceased 
to be trackless wilds. 

Coming down to the pistol and revolver, 
there are so many dangerous ways of hand- 
ling them that one is disposed to doubt if 
there is any way of safety. A loaded revol- 
ver is a rattlesnake always ready to strike. 


One ironclad rule, never to be broken, never 
forgotten for an instant, must suffice. Never 
permit a revolver, loaded or unloaded, to 
point toward yourself or anyone else — unless 
you mean to kill. If a friend playfully points 
an unloaded pistol at you. knock him down 
and beat sense into him with your fists. 


If you handle firearms at all, never forget 
for a moment that they are deadly weapons, 
that they were made to destroy life, and are 
fearfully efficient contrivances for that pur- 
pose. A moment's forgetfulness may mean 
sudden death or a lifetime of haunting hor- 
ror and misery. 

Editor Recreation : 

Can you tell me about the Connecticut 
river; how it is possible to canoe on it from 
north to south ; what dams, etc., would the 
canoe encounter? What kind of canoe would 
be best adapted to this river? How much 
time would be required for a trip down, not 
stopping and camping more than one night 
in a place? 

Could you also tell me some other good 
canoe trips in New England outside of 
Maine, also the best canoe for such all round 

Wilfred Wheeler, Massachusetts. 

The Connecticut is a beautiful river and 
makes an ideal canoe trip. Starting at 
Claremont Junction, you have clear water to 
Bellows Falls. From Bellows Falls to Holy- 
oke there are several small dams, but some 
beautiful stretches of water. From the 
Holyoke dam all is clear to Springfield ; then" 
you take the canal to Windsor, thence to 
Long Island Sound without an obstruction. 

I trust some of Recreation's readers will 
be able to reply at greater length to Mr. 
Wheeler's inquiry, and it will add to the in- 
terest of their stories if they mention the fish- 
ing to be had at various points along the 
river. — Editor. 

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Life Assurance Society of the United States, 120 Broadway, New York 

HENRY B. HYDE, Founder 

The Equitable 

In Amount Paid in Dividends to Policyholders 
In Prompt Payment of Policies to Beneficiaries 
In Financial Strength— Surplus over $80,000,000 

For many years The Equitable has paid a larger aggregate 
amount in dividends on its policies than any other company. 


In 1900 
In 1901 
In 1902 
In 1903 
In 1904 



The Equitable pays its policies more promptly than any other 
company — usually within twenty -four hours after proof of death. 


In 1900 
In 1901 
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In 1904 

hi United States and Canada 

9(s% within one day 
96%" within one day 
98%* within one day 
£5% within one day 
96% within one day 

The Equitable is the strongest life insurance 
company in the world, both in amount of 
surplus and in ratio of assets to liabilities. 

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Rushton Canoes 


in particular, should interest you for 
some very good reasons, ist — No de- 
lay in shipment. 2nd — Guaranteed 
satisfaction or no sale. 3rd — Fastest, 
lightest, strongest and most graceful 
canoe to be found on the water any- 
where. 29 years of canoe building 
stand behind these claims. 

Lengths, 15, 16, 17 feet. 

Price, packed, $32 to $44. 

Send to-day for catalog of dingies 
pleasure craft, all-cedar and canvas- 
covered canoes, oars, paddles, sails, 

J. H. RUSHTON, 817 Water Street. CANTON, N. Y 



Ball-bearing Oarlocks 

on your new boat or send for 
a pair for your old one. 
Noiseless, easy rowing, 
durable. For next 30 
days, I will send a sample 
pair of galvanized tight or 
loose pin locks, prepaid, up- 
on receipt of $2.25. 

Send for descriptive circulars. 
T. H. Garrett, Jr., 100 Genesee St. Auburn, N. Y. 

Life Saving Folding Canvas Boat Go. 

Kalamazoo, Mich. 

Latest patent and improved canvas boat on the market. Puncture 
proof, tempered steel frame, no bolts to remove. Folds the most compart 
of any boat made, and one that can be knocked down or set up in five 
minutes, everything working automatically, sold on guarantee. 

Send 4 cents for catalogue and reliable testimonials. 

Our boats received the Highest Award sit the St. Louis World's Fair. 


By itie Brooks System 


IF you ca^ 

qaff*drive a nail and cut out a piece 
from a full-sized pattern— you 
can ^biiild /^canoe -row-boat— sajl-boat— or 
launch— in/ yeu^ leisure time— at home, and 
the /building willvtleWa source of profit and 
pleasure.- ' .'••'' ^ I M\ 

iAII you need is .'the pattertisH 
from $5.00 up. The f oolsf^A 
of over 40 styles and/siaes^OTengtns from 12 to 55 feet. 
, The Brooks System consists";oj(.Jexact-size printed paper patterns 
of e.very part of the hoat-pvith detailed instructions and working illus- 
trations showing each step of the work — an itemized bill of material 

required and how to secu're it. I. I \ 

/ O.ver six thousand amateurs successfully built boats by 
th/e Brooks, System last year. Fifty per cent\ of them have 
built their second" boat. Many |have establishedNthemselves in 

°|png from $2.50 up. and mater- 
fommon in every household. Pat- 

the boat-manufacturing business.;! I 
jk. Catalogue . and teaj-ticulars/ tret 
catalogue' containing/ valuable'infor.m 

For 25 cents\ 100-page 

r.mation tor tbe amateur, yachts- 

I .'working illustrations of each boat\and a 

• .'• Full line id knock-down and completed 

AVh'eii'lsd Ordered, patterns Arc expressed, charges fire- 


f /: Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building 

I M-33hip5i. _ Bay City, Mich.ui 


The Fay & Bo wen Motor 

Won in three events in the Palm Beach Races in Feb- 
ruary. It was a winner in the Marblehead races last 
July. No crank required to start it. Speed regulation 
perfect. A reliable, simple, powerful engine. Send 
for catalogue of Motors and complete Motor Boats. 

Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 

74 Lake Street, 

Geneva, N. Y., U. S. A. 

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Your outfit will be a little different 
this year than last. Every sportsman 
conceives new ideas each year for the 
comfort of the next trip. Our own 
experience has evolved a world of 
camp comfort. And we wish to build 
to the specifications of those with ex- 
perience of their own. 

All of the accessories like boots, 
packs, bags, are fully listed in our 
catalogue "R" mailed promptly 
upon request. 

Abercrombie & Fitch Co. 

Manufacturers of Complete Outfits for 
Explorers, Campers and Prospectors 

314-316 Broadway, New York, U.S.A. 

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ie highest achievement 
of the lens-maker's art. f* 
Makes perfect pictures- 
where others fail. 

When fitted with the 


an ideal outfit for any camera. 

Specify Plastigmat and 

Volute when ordering 

your Camera. They are 

supplied on all makes. 

Catalog Free 

Bausch <& Lomb Opt. Co. 
Rochester, N. Y. 

New York Boston Chicago 
San Francisco 




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Is Not Complete Without 


We make both. Korona Cameras have been brought to the point of mechanical 
and constructive perfection and we claim show more exclusive and practical features 
than any line of cameras made. Koronas are equipped with lenses of our own man- 
ufacture. With twenty years' experience making high grade photographic lenses we 
ought to know something about lenses. Our Turner-Reich Anastigmats rank with 
the finest lenses made, and we can offer Korona Cameras fitted with these lenses 
cheaper than any other cameras can be sold for furnished with lenses of equal quality. 

Korona Cameras are sold only by Anti-Trust Dealers* 

GUNDLACH-MANHATTAN OPTICAL CO., 790 Clinton Ave. So., Rochester, N. Y. 

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What is the one thing you want? Is it 

A Gun, a Camera 
or a Hunting Suit? 


There is some one thing every sportsman has in his mind which would make 

his outfit complete. Any of these can be had by 
securing subscriptions for "Recreation." For instance, we will send you 

A Marble Safety Axe 

for three subscriptions 

A Bristol Steel Telescopic Fly Rod 

for six subscriptions 

A Fine Camera 

for fifteen subscriptions 

A Marlin Repeater 

for twenty-nine subscriptions, etc. 

Our Premium Catalog 

is free and contains over 200 offers fully described and pictured. 

Send your name and address now to 


23 West 24th Street New York City 

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Gillette |» fe tr 


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THE old-fashioned razor with the forged blade is as undependable as the weather—- 
good one day, cranky the next — needs honing — always needs something to make it 
work ! 

The new razor, the GILLETTE SAFETY RAZOR, has 12 double-edged wafer 

blades that are not forged — but are hardened, tempered,' ground and sharpened by secret and 
patented processes. 

Each blade gives from 20 to 40 shaves — comfortable, thorough, satisfying shaves. 

Gillette razor blades require no honing or stropping; hence, a big saving of time, trouble, 
and expense. 

New blades when needed cost so little that after they have become dull may be thrown 
away. 12 new blades, $1.00. 

The Gillette Safety Razor costs complete $5.00. Sold everywhere at this price. Is beauti- 
fully finished, triple silver plate ; comes in a compact little velvet-lined case. 

Shaving this way is an economical luxury, and you get without further expense more than 

400 Shaves Without Stropping 

at less than one cent a shave. 

Ask your dealer for the GILLETTE SAFETY RAZOR and accept 
no substitute. He can procure it for you. 

Write for our interesting booklet to=day, which explains 
our 30=day free trial offer. Most dealers make this offer; 
if yours does not, we will. 


42d Street and Broadway - - NEW YORK 


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Baltimore Rye' 




Every outing outfit needs a 
bottle of pure alcholic stimu- 
lant for emergencies. 




is the choice of those who 


Sold at all first-class cafes and by jobbers 
WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. 

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of Operation 

A Cadillac may safely be stopped, and 
can easily be started, while climbing the 
steepest grade — one of the many per- 
formances which show the safety of 
operation and demonstrate the un- 
usual power of the Cadillac. 
Chief among the 
notable features 
of the ^i |1 

is its 

4 V v^Mj^^^^ remark- 

ably low cost 
of maintenance. 
This economy is manifest 
not only in the cost of fuel and 
lubrication, but in repairs ; for the 
Cadillac comes near to being actually 
trouble-proof, Never-failing service- 
ableness makes it the most satisfactory 
car to own ; thorough excellence of 
workmanship and time-tried principles 
of construction make it the most 

Model F— Side-Entrance Touring: Car, 

shown above, $950. 
Model B— Touring: Car, with detach- 
able Touneau, $900. 
Model E— L i g: h t , stylish, powerful 
, Runabout, divided seat, $750. 
Model D— Four- Cylinder, 30 h. p. 
Touring: Car, $2,800. 
All prices f .o.b. Detroit. 

Write for Catalog K, and address of nearest 
dealer, Ivhere you may see and try a Cadillac. 

Detroit, Mich. 

Member A. L. A. M. 

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When a big cock grouse thunders up through the brush, he presents the 

most difficult mark in the world, and it's a quick man with a good lively gun 

that makes a fair bag of these birds. The new 2flar/in 1 2 -gauge, Model 

No. 1 7 is a light, quick gun, made to meet the demand for repeating shot-guns 

of highest quality at a very moderate price. It is similar to the 7/Zar/in 

Model No. 1 9 Grade A, except for its solid frame and straight grip stock. 

Important improvements, such as the use of two extractors and a two-piece safety recoil 

block, make it the easiest, most reliable and best working gun in the market. Bored for both 

smokeless and black powders and any size shot. Guaranteed to pattern better than 325 pellets 

in a 30-inch circle at 40 yards using 1 %. ounce of No. 8 chilled shot. A perfect trap gun, 

having every advantage of the single barrel. You sight over the center of your load — not off 

at one side. You are not breaking your birds with the right side of your left barrel load and 

'the left side of your right barrel load. You center the bird every time. 

This, and every other Zffar///i, has the unique solid top and side ejector features, which guarantee 
safety and prevent the ejected shell from flying in your face. The 77Zar/i/x Breechbolt keeps out water, 
twigs, leaves or sand. The shells are always dry and your 772ar/i/i in service. No other gun has this feature. 
WRITE TO-DAY for our new Catalogue, containing a complete description of this splendid gun. Sent 
free for 6c postage with our Experience Book, consisting of hundreds of stirring stories of ^ZzrtZ* prowess. 

7%e2/2ar/in firearms G). 30 Willow St., New HaVen, Conn. 


best rust preventative made, because it does not 
gum or drip, and heat, cold or salt water don't 
affect it. Rust Repeller sticks, no matter how 
hot the firing. Get it of your dealers. Sample 
1 /2 oz. tube sent postpaid for 1 5 cents. 

Mzr/m Model No. 17, 12- 

gauge shot-gun, Grade A, 30 or 

32 in. barrel, full choked, six shots, weight about 

lyi lbs. Catalogue price $21.00. Less at your dealers. 

The Land of Hearts Desire 

Your "Lewis and Clark trip" should be followed by a week 
or so in restful, fascinating Hawaii, the beauty spot of the world. 
Cooled by refreshing trade winds. Perfect hotel accommodations. 
Send for illustrated booklet, that makes the island live before you. 


NEW YO£K, 41 W. 34th St. 

COMMITTEE, Honolulu, T. H. 

LOS ANGELES, 207 W. Third St. 

For Rates and Sailings apply to 
OCEANIC S.S. CO., 427 Broadway, New York; 100 Adams St.. Chicago; 653 Market St., San Francisco 

PACIFIC MAIL S.S. CO., San Francisco, St. Louis, Chicago, New York 
CANADIAN AUSTRALIAN S.S. CO., 458 Broadway, N. Y., or Agents of all Railroad and Steamship lines 

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«rri~«a.~«ai-«i=l -«ca «cn «a«nai «ia_«ii— n «oi«crj «£3T^ar<nfci, «inn «aj«OL«a^aQjBcXJBa»j!£r^Q 

C3»~'IC3»_ICpi»_ ED0>_t=3» ; 

Target Model" 

22-caliber Single-shot Kifle 

iat appeals to target shoot^s who wish to use 
expensive 22-caliber ammunition. Cha - 
bered for short, long, and long-rifle car - 
ridges. Specially rifled to give the greate t 
accuracy. Weight, 4% lbs., and beau* - 
fully balanced. Length of barrel, 2Z 
inches. Adjusting screw on trigger regu- 
lates the pull — one of the finest features of this rifle. 
Ivory bead front sight, and the Savage patent micrometer 
rear sight, which permits of the most accurate adjust- 
ment for target work. 

Savage "Target Model" Single-shot - $7.50 
Savage-Junior 22-caliber Single-shot - 5.00 

Savage Indian Watch Fob sent on receipt of Ijc. 
If your dealer won't accommodate you, we will. Either 
rifle delivered, charges prepaid, upon receipt of price. 
Try your dealer first, but send to-day for catalogue. 

SAVAGE ARMS CO., 69 Turner St., IJtica, M. ¥. 

Acetylene Burners 

For Dietz Oil Motor Lamps 

Ours are the only oil Automobile Lamps 
which can be fitted with a burner for the use 
of acetylene gas. These lamps when so fitted 
give a light equal to any of the regular gas 
lamps, except those fitted with mirror lenses, 
and very nearly equal to them. 

The above illustration shows the gas bur- 
ner, which can be inserted in any of our oil 
side lamps in place of the oil burner. All you 
have to do is to take out the oil burner and 
put in the gas burner and the lamp is then a 
practicable and perfect gas lamp. It is not 
necessary to remove the oil from the oil pot. 

They fit any 
Dietz Oil Motor 

List Price, $1.50 each. 

R. E. Dietz Company Laighfstreet New York 

Established 1840 

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^Metallic Cartridges 

id f<MDED Shotgun Shells. 

- for All Kinds OfS/molm/ 

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PEATIN- 5 <° 

New HAVEN,. Conn. ' 

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EFORE placing your order remember that we operate day and 
night, the largest, exclusive, high grade, double gun plant in the 
world* <t We guarantee every ITHACA GUN in every 
part — shooting included* Ct, We guarantee to furnish you a 
better gun for the money than any other maker* Ct, We allow 
you to try it before you buy it to convince you that this is true* 
C For twenty-two years ITHACA GUNS have had the reputation of being 
the hardest and closest shooting guns on the market — the same man is stifl 
boring them and is the oldest and most experienced barrel borer in America* 
<L Don't wait ! Order now ! We are flooded with orders after the shooting 
season opens* C Send for Art Catalog and special prices on seventeen 
grades guns $17*75 to $300* 
ITHACA GUN COMPANY :: :: Ithaca, N. Y 




Runabout - 
TfialrCan Lift 
275 Times 
Its Own Weight 


The Autocar Runabout 
f is not a flimsy toy but a 
thoroughbred car built along 
the lines of the best foreign 

and American touring cars. Strong, powerful and fast. 
It weighs 1200 lbs. and has a motor of ten horse-power 
-able to lift 275 times the weight of the car. 
This motor is of the two cylinder opposed type— prac • 
tically vibrationless. Motor is located under hood in 'ront 
where it is instantly accessible. There are three forward 
speeds and reverse. The car can be run from 3 to 35 miles 
an hour, and is a great hill climber. In addition to the above- 
features the Autocar Runabout has ball bearings, and shaft 
Jr-,h P The price of this car is $900. Our catalogue fully de- 
scribes and frustrates it together with our Type VIII. Four- 
passenger, $1400 car; and our Type XI, Four-cylinder side 
entrance tonneau, $2000 car. Catalogue and dealer's name free. 
Member Asso. Licensed Auto. M/rs. 

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419 Straight 

"Billy" Crosby with his SMITH GUN 
makes another world's record. 
You can't miss 'em with a Smith 
Automatic Ejector fitted with the 

Send for Catalogue :: :: 

Hunter Arms Co., Fulton, N. Y. 

Pond's Extract Accident Case 

is designed to meet the first requirements in accidents 
or emergencies which may occur at anytime. It has 
the approval of physicians, nurses and hospital officials 

A simple accident, if neglected, may cause blood poisoning 
and oftentimes death. Prompt attention and the use of articles 
in Pond's Extract Accident Case will avoid this danger. It 
should be in every house, store and office. A First Aid Book 
given with each case explains fully how to treat all injuries re- 
sulting from accident. The contents of Pond's Extract Acciden t 
Case, if bought separately at retail, would cost $1.85. The 
complete case is sold for One Dollar. 



Pond's Extract Company 


"The Nation's pleasure ground and sanitarium. '» 
— David Bennett Hill 




The lakes and streams in the Adi- 
rondack Mountains are full of fish : 
the woods are inviting, the air is filled 
with health, and the nights are cool 
and restful. If you visit this region 
once, you will go there again. An 
answer to almost any question in re- 
gard to the Adirondacks will be found 
in No. 20 of the * 'Four-Track Series, ' ' 
" The Adirondack Mountains and 
How to Reach Them, ' issued by the 


A copy will be mailed free upon receipt of a two- 
cent stamp, by George H. Daniels, General Pas- 
senger Agent, Grand Central Station, New York. 

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Century Cameras 

Have acquired a world-wide celebrity, 
owing to their many EXCLUSIVE 
FEATURES, There are no cameras 
4 'just as good as a Century,'* and for 
convincing proof of this statement, ask 
the man who owns one. We manu- 
facture all styles of cameras for Plates 
and Film. Prices: $10.50 to $100. 

Catalogue free at the dealers' 
or by mail. 





Late of tbe Ten-Shin Ryu School of Japan 

Have You Had My 
Free Lesson in Jiu-Jitsu ? 

If you do not already know that Jiu-Jitsu is the most wonderful system of 
physical training and self-defense in the world to-day I invite you to write 
for my FREE LESSON and demonstrate this to your own satisfaction. 

It is to the persistent practice of Jit-Jitsu that the Japanese owe 
their courage and success in battiV, their almost superhuman strength 
and power of endurance, their low death rate and their material pro- 
gress. Surely a system of physica' training which has done so much 
for the Island Nation will interest you. Jiu-Jitsu not only embodies 
the ideal principles of attaining perfect health and perfect physical de- 
velopment, but as a means of self-defense it is as potent at short range 
as the deadliest weapon. A knowledge of its self-preserving principles^ 
renders a man or woman impregnable to every form of vicious attack. 

Jealously Guarded Secrets Revealed 

For over two thousand years the principles of Jiu-Jitsu have been 
religiously guarded. By an imperial edict the teaching of the system 
was forbidden outside of Japan. The friendly feeling, however, existing between Japan and the United 
States has been instrumental in releasing Jiu-Jitsu from its oath bound secrecy, and I have been delegated 
to teach, without reserve, all the secrets of this ancient art to Americans. 

I have just written an intensely interesting book which explains and makes clear the principles of Jiu- 
Jitsu in a manner which will never be approached by any American writer. So long as the edition lasts this 
book, together with my first lesson in Jiu-Jitsu, will be sent free to interested persons. The lesson is fully 
illustrated and teaches one of the most effective methods known for disposing of a dangerous antagonist. 

If you desire to learn all the closely guarded secrets of this marvelous science send your name and ad- 
dress, and you will receive the book and specimen lesson by return mail, postage paid. Address, 

YAE KICHI YJHLBE, 104 Z Realty Building, Rochester, **, Y. 

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When camping, it is fre- 
quently imperative to put up 
,vith a whole lot. "Don't 
but up with a firearm of du- 
bious quality. Get a Stevens 
— you will wonder why you 
missed doing so before. 

Our Line : 

Rifles, Pistols, Shotguns, 
Rifle Telescopes, etc, 

Your local merchant 
Should handle the 


Ask him? If you can- 
not obtain, we ship 
(1 i reot, express prepn id , 
upon receipt of catalog 

Send four cents in 
stamps lor 140-page 
catalog. Js profusely 
illustrated, describes 
entire output, and con- 
tains valuable pointers 
on shooting, am muni- 
tion, Proper care of 
Firearms, etc. 

Our attractive three-color 
Aluminum Hanger will be 
mailed anywhere for 10 cents 
in stamps. 


P. O. Box 444 

Chicopee Falls, - Mass., U. S. A. 


Sportsman's Clothing 

Sheds Water like a Duck's Back 

Absolutely waterproof and looks well and 
feels comfortable in fair weather. Made of 
cloth treated without rubber or paraffine. 
More economical than rubber— wears three 
times as long. Can be folded and packed 
and always remains soft and pliable. Patent 
bellows under the arm of the coat allows 
free movement with rod or gun. Well 
tailored and trimmed. 

Samples of material and booklet free. 

Order from your dealer or send us your 
breast measure for coat — waist and inseam 
measure for trousers, and we will express 
them, charges prepaid. Colors — Light Tan 
or Dead Grass Green. 

Men's Coats, $5.00. Trousers, $3.00. Hat, $1.00. 
Cartridge or Business Vests, Corduroy Coats and 
Jackets, Ladies' "Duxbak" Coats and Skirts. 
Special discount to dealers. 

No. 1 Blandina St., Utica, N. Y. 


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The Consolation Handicap 

at Indianapolis, June 30th, was 
won by Mr. Jas. T. Atkinson, 
of Newcastle, Pa., with Peters 
Factory Loaded Shells. Mr. 
Atkinson broke 

99 out of 100 

from the 1 8-yard line, the only 
event at the Grand American 
Handicap which was won back 
of 16 yards. 

The Peters Cartridge Co. 

Cincinnati, O. 

New York: 98 Chambers St. 

T. H. Keller, Mgr. : 




The favorites for reliable 
all-round service. Correct 
construction. Absolutely 
safe. Great durability. 
Send for free quarterly 
fully describing all grades 


42 Liberty Street 

Batavia, N.Y..U.S.A. 

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HL & R. Single Shot Gun 

Automatic and fl r on- Ejecting 

The cheapest absolutely safe gun, with improve- 
ments found heretofore only ill the highest priced. 




12, 16 and 20 gauge; barrels 28, 30 and 32 inch, plain steel 
and twist. Top snap; center hammer; rebounding lock. 

Your dealer can supply, or we will sell to you direct. 
Write for Catalog. 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Company 


Makers of H. <<£L *R. 'Re-Vol-Vers 

They're made to measure 

Putman Boots. 

Go on like a glove ^"4 fit all over. 


Are the most desirable footwear for touring and general use when automobiling. They are 

light, Waterproof, Hand Sewed and Made to Measure. Black or Russet leather. The latest 

and most elegant designs for men and women. Send for our special catalogue and 

self measuring blanks. Our general catalogue describes over 30 styles of 


and ENGINEERS. Prompt deliveries guaranteed. 

H. J. PUTMAN & CO., 

36 Hennepin Ave. 

Minneapolis, Minn. 

Romeike Press Cutting Bureau 

First established and most 
complete in the world 

H, To be abreast of the times subscribe to the old 
reliable bureau'founded by the late Henry Romeike 
and you will be right up-to-date on all current topics 
in which you are interested. C Reads every news- 
paper and periodical of importance in the United 
States, Canada, Mexico and Europe. Branches 
throughout the civilized world. Write for circular 
and terms. 

Henry Romeike, Inc., 

Union Sq., 

New York 


Four room family com- 
partment tents for outing 

Wall tents, guaranteed 
not to leak, for sports- 
men and others. Chil- 
dren's tents. Write for 

Fond du Lac 
Awning & Tent Co. 

Dept. D, 

Fond du Lac, Wis. 

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Fill in the three subscription blanks below, mail them 
with $3.00 to "Recreation," 23 W. 24th St., N. Y. 
City, and we will immediately send you any one of 
the following articles you may select They are all 
standard goods of reliable manufacturers 

Marble Safety Axe No. 5 
Tubular Flash and Search Light 
Ideal Casting Reel No. 464 
Winter's Pneumatic Recoil Pad 
Sportsman's Knife No. 61 
Large French Briar Pipe 

"Gee" Minnow Trap 
Line Drying Reel No. 1 
"Champion" Fly Book' 
Hunting Hat 
Rubber Camp Blanket 
Willow Fishing Creel 













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Camp Outfits 

- d Tackle 

at our store. We carry the most comprehensive line in the country. Gun, 
Fishing Tackle, Camping and Summer Goods catalogue mailed on application 


302-304 Broadway, cor. Duane St. 


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BY order of the Ordnance Department U. S. Army, 
the U. S. Government conducted an ammunition 
test at the Springfield Armory for the purpose of 
determining the relative merit of Krag-Jorgensen .30 
cal. cartridges, made by the different manufacturers. 

Conditions: 10 and 20 shot targets, muzzle rest* 

10 and 20 shot targets, fixed rest. 
Distance, 1,000 yards. 

The official report stated that the U. S. cartridge 
excelled all others. This result was also true of the 
velocity test. 


Lowell, Mass., U. S. A. 

497-503 Pearl St. 
N. Y. City 


35-43 Park St. 
N. Y. City 

114-116 Market Street 
San Francisco, Cal. 



Rear Sight 

There are SIX Reasons why this Sight is 
better than any other, and the price is only 


1st— Strong Coiled Spring in Hinge Joint. This automatically 
and instantly brings the sight to position for shooting, no matter how 
much it is knocked about in the brush or by a firing bolt. It may be 
easily fastened down when desired. 

2nd— Used on Rifles with long Firing Bolts, as per illustration 

showing Marble Sight on 1895 Model Winchester. 

3rd — Locking Sleeve. The lower sleeve locks the upper or elevat- 
ing sleeve and prevents it from being accidentally turned, 

Our new 56-page catalog gives the other three reasons, with full descrip- 
tion and numerous illustrations; also describes Marble's Improved 
Front Sight. Send stamp for catalog "A." Buy of dealer, or direct 

Marble Safety Axe Co., Gladstone, Mich., U.S.A. 

Ideal I 

Re &De-cappe 

Send three stamps 
for latest catalogue. 

The Phil. B. Bekeart Co. 
San Francisco, Cal. 
Agents for Pacific Coast 




Straight Line Movement. Used as a bench or hand tool. Lever 

" A " folds over so tool may be carried in pocket. Weighs but 

eight ounces. Is strong and powerful. Seats the primers 

easily and positively to the bottom of pocket, which prevents misfires. 

Ejects old primer and seats new one without removing the shell, 1 

which is handled but once to perform the two operations, enabling the operator to do nearly 

twice the work in a given time. Now ready 25-35, 25-36, 30-30, 30-40 Krag, 30-45 Springfield 

(headless), 32-40, 38-55. Ask your dealers. If they will not serve you send cash to 

THE IDEAL MFC. CO., 12 U. St., New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. 

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Mounting a 

Wo can 

teach you 





Why not mount your own trophies ? 

During the spring and summer you can secure many fine birds 
and animals. Mount them for your home and den. Save taxi- 
dermist's bills. Enjoy your spare time and increase your income. 
D Hundreds of leading sportsmen have taken our 

I ayS. course, and are paying all gun and sporting expenses 
by selling their mounted specimens and doing work for others. 
You can do as well. If you want the most profitable of all "side 
lines," learn Taxidermy. We can teach you by mail. Our rates 
are reasonable and we positively guarantee success. Endorsed by 
all sporting magazines in America. If you are a hunter, angler, 
or nature-lover, you will be interested in our new catalogue. It's 
yours for the asking. Write for one to-day. 

The Northwestern School of Taxidermy 

Suite A, Com. National Bank, OMAHA, NEBRASKA 

The only School of Taxidermy in the World. 


of light and shade in and out of doors. Saves plates, 

money, time and disappointment. No sensitized paper 

used. Has both stops, F. and U. S. Price, 50c. 

Aluminum. $1.00 postpaid. Write for booklet. 

6 Clay St. - - Baltimore, Md. 



ie and 

Place your order with us for 

correctly sighted and carefully tested 

The Lyman Gun Sight Corporation 

Middlefield, Conn. 

Fine Guns, Sportsmen's Outfits 

Other Guns 
Taken in Trade 


Automatic Ejector Hammerless 


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Everything in the line of 
Athletic Goods, of superior 
quality* Send stamp for 

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and beautifully illustrated catalogue of *~ AX1 -*- ; - 1 - l»Ulllg A d^AlC 

Tourists' Knapsacks and Clothing Bags, Rubber Blankets, Tents, Camp Outfits. 

Very light 16 and 20 bore SCOTT GUNS just received: also light 12. Also fine bronze metal breech loading YACHT CANNON, all sizes 


13?" 100 "Baltimore Arms" Hammerless Double Guns forme ^otrar°° $21.00 

Are latest model, top snap, pistol grip, through cross bolt, safe for nitro or black powder — a bargain to anyone wanting 
a good shooting, reliable gun for a little money. Sent on inspection on receipt of $5.00. Send for illustrated circular. 

Wm» Read & Sons* 107 Washington St., Boston, Mass. 


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S xx m m e r Mo m e s 

1 n 

Green Hills of 

Vermont and Lake Champlain 


New trains between Boston, New York, Springfield and Vermont Points. As good as any on the 
continent. 150-page illustrated brochure mailed free on receipt of 6c in stamps for postage. 

Address A. W. ECCLESTONE, So. Pass. Agt., 385 Broadway, New York 


[lubricates properly the sensitive mecnanism. 
/With perfect action the reel never fails at at 
critical moment. " 3 in One " wont gum, dry ( 
out, contains no acid. " 3 in One " prevents 
rust on every part, add- 
ing years to the life, and 
brightness to the beauty 
of even the finest. Good 
for the rod too— preserves 
the wood, promoting plia- 
bility—protects the metal. 
/Vlf Good for fisher also — the 

^_^J |j delicate, pleasant odor 

keeps off mosquitos. 
Try it. All dealers. Trial bottle sent free. 
Write to 

122 Washington Life Bldg. 
New York City 


We are going to sacrifice ten thousand guns this 
fall at prices never offered before. Good breech 
loaders $4.25 up. Send 3c stamp for complete 
catalog and bargain sheet. 
Chas. J. Godfrey Co., 4 Warren St., K. Y. 


O f\V A ¥ TV T> A ITfc and Musical Compositions 

»\V/ 1 Jr%,M*J A I M JnklJLJ' We arrange and popularize 

^=^^=^=Z ON ■ Pioneer Music Pub. Co., (Inc.) 

SON G-POEMS c 431 Man nH?cAGc- di ?L e L. 


Is Easy with the 

Vest Pocket Watch Camera 

Shaped like a watch— no larger than an Ingersoll. Takes 
25 perfect pictures, postage stamp size, at one loading. 
Uses Eastman film. Sent postpaid to any part of U.S. or 
Canada on receipt of $2.50. Film spools, containing 
This is M size 25 exposures, 20c. each, extra. 

D. C. DRURYCO., Dept. B, 436 Manhattan Ave., New York 

Squabs are raised in i month, bring big pricer 
Eager market. Astonishing profits. Easy for 
women and invalids. Use your spare time 
profitably. Small space and capital. Here is 
something worth looking into. 

Facts given in our FREE BOOK, 
" How to make money with Squabs." 

Plymouth Bock Squab Co.* 289 Atlantic Ave.* Boston, Mass 

riZ/R€D Motor JBojits 

Guaranteed best and 
most economical. Sale, 
swift and seaworthy. 
Beautifully constructed 
on mor-t modern lines. 
Price complete, $235. 
2 H. P. Speed 7 miles. 

Send for new illustrated 
descriptive FREE catalog 
showing various sizes, 
and Special One Week 
FREE Trial Offer. Im- 
mediate shipment. 


280S Clark St., RACINE, WIS. 

Yachtsmen, Ahoy! 

A Sn\ig Harbor 

Salmon and Trout Fishin w 

Game for the Kifle and Shot Gun. A 

Cool Summer Climate, 2,500 Acres 

of Land. Easy to R.each. 

Price — Less than the amount asked for many smaller 

This is one of the many good things I am able to offer 
my friends each month. Most of the June bargains went 
off like hot cakes, and if you are looking for a spring, 
summer and autumn residence in Nova Scotia, write at 
once about this offer, as it will bear the strictest in- 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

22 West 24th Street, New York. 

The Won- " 



*37.50 E ffi e 

Weight 37% lbs. 
Height 11% ins. 

Convert your row 
boat into a Launch 

Rated at 1 h.p. Has shown nearly 2 h.p. No valves, gears, springs or cams. 
Jump spark. Reversible. Speed control. Only three moving parts. Could 
not be made better if it cost five times as much. Order now — they are sell- 
ing so fast you may be disappointed later. Write for our new catalog de- 
scribing Anto-Marine Motors from 1 to 20 h. p. 

Detroit Auto-Marine Co., coE™,? 1 *. Detroit, Mich. 


Cable address "Automarine," Western Union code used 

T AM PERMITTED TO OFFER a relic that should 
- 1 - really be purchased by the Nation. 

The famous "No. 35 West," used by him when a mem- 
ber of the House of Representatives. 
Collectors should be interested. 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

23 West 24th Street, New York. 

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You may have your choice of any $1.50 book published, together with a 
year's subscription to Ainslee's Magazine, for only $2.50. We pay all 
shipping expenses. 

Or, if you will send us two subscriptions to Ainslee's Magazine, at $1.80 
each (one of the subscriptions may be your own), we will send you any $1.50 
book absolutely free. 

Take your choice of plans : one gives you your selection of the latest book 
published at less than wholesale. The other plan gives you the book free, if you 
send us two subscriptions. As one of the subscriptions may be your own, you 
need only secure one subscription. 

Ainslee's is always $1.80 a year, or 15 cents a single copy. There is no 
increase in the price because of the giving of the book, nor is it possible to 
obtain Ainslee's for less money without the book. We merely give you the 
book as an appreciation of your courtesy in calling some friend's attention to 
our excellent magazine and inducing that friend to join our subscription list. 


As in the past, Ainslee's will continue in the future to be the fiction 
magazine par excellence in this country. Each issue contains 160 pages of the 
cleverest fiction written. No other magazine prints as good fiction as does 
Ainslee's. No magazine at the highest price can print better stories. "The 
very best obtainable," is the editorial policy of Ainslee's. And the American 
public — the most critical in the world — appreciates this generous policy ; hence, 
Ainslee's is the best-liked magazine. This popularity is undoubtedly due to the 
fact that Ainslee's mission has always been to entertain the reader. 

It is not our purpose to recommend any particular book or books to our 
patrons, nor can we attempt to publish a full list of all the new books. We have, 
however, on the opposite page reproduced, in miniature, the covers of some 
of the newest books published. Should you not see anything you want in the 
list, let us know your wants, and if the book does not sell for more than $1.50, 
we shall gladly procure it for you. 

Choose your plan for obtaining the book you want. By sending us $2.50 
with your order you get the book at less than wholesale cost, and Ainslee's 
one year. By sending us two subscriptions at the regular price of $1.80 a year 
(amounting to $3.60, with your order), you get your book free. As one of the 
subscriptions may be your own, the latter plan ought to appeal to you most. 

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pERTILE FARM LANDS— A man who has se- 
lected 18,000,000 acres for big corporations 
without making a single mistake, asks me to say 
that he will pick some of the finest lands in the 
Northwest Territories of Canada for purchasers able 
to pay spot cash. Moreover, he will be satisfied 
with a very reasonable commission. He can point 
to results that seem almost incredibly good. Are 
you interested? 

Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

T)UCK BY THE THOUSAND! There are just 
three things that will attract wild fowl to your 
preserve. They are: (1) Seclusion; (2) Wild rice; 
(3) Wild celery. 

The seclusion you would have to arrange for your- 
self; but I can supply any quantity of WILD RICE 
and WILD CELERY seed next fall if you give me 
ample warning. 

No doubt you know how difficult it is to grow 
wild rice or wild celery; but I can turn the trick. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

T WO HUNDRED ACRES of land, with several 
cottages thereon, within one and a half miles 
of the new automobile speedway at Barnegat Bay, 
N. J. 

For terms, write to 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

QNE OF Recreation's SUBSCRIBERS requires 
a steam launch, 40 ft. to 60 ft. over all. Must 
be in good, serviceable condition, and a bargain. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

gKINS FOR MOUNTING. Those desiring whole 
skins of animals in good condition for mounting, 
should correspond with me. 

Moose, Elk, Caribou, White Sheep, Rocky Moun- 
tain Sheep, Beaver, Bear and other North American 
animals, can be furnished at short notice. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

.23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

is the opportunity of a lifetime. A western 
man living in Routt County, Colorado, offers" to 
go into partnership with a sportsman, in a pack 
of hounds to hunt bear, lion, lynx and bob cats. 
There is no end of game near this man's ranch, 
and no such an offer has ever been made. It means 
about the best big game hunting of the conti- 

nent at a merely nominal cost. I expect to close 
this deal in short order, as it is a snap. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

J AM ABLE TO OFFER a twin screw, cabin 
launch, 27 ft. 6 in. over all, with cabin and 
two 4-hp. gasolene engines in good condition. Price, 

The owner of this launch is willing to dispose of 
it at a sacrifice, owing to ill health. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

my hands the following grand collection of 

Moose Heads for sale: 

One 54 in. Perfect Head $150 

One 56 in. Head, a fine one 125 

One 48 in. Head, above the average 100 

One 35 in. Head, very massive 100 

One 32^ in. Head, symmetrical 50 

The foregoing are all well mounted, and will 

ornament any wall. 

Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

JF YOU ARE A MUSICIAN and want a good 
violin with bow, case, and lump of rosin thrown 
in, write to me and I will tell you how you can 
get the outfit. 

Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

THING. Only the other day I saw a husband, 
whose wife had tamed him perfectly; and I have 
even heard of wives who have been tamed, though 
I have never seen such a thing. Mr. E. F. P., of 
Texas, one of our old subscribers, has got a black 
wolf that is as tame as a kitten, — I mean as tame 
as some kittens. Price, $15. This would appear 
to be the opportunity of a lifetime. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

^READER living at Winfield, New York, wishes 
to sell a Hermes bicycle, 24 in; frame, gear 
87; made to order only a few months ago; for $10. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 

A GENTLEMAN living in Iowa desires to ex- 
change a set of Encyclopedia Britannica, Amer- 
ican edition, in half leather, for a 5x7, or larger 
camera. The books are worth $40. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

23 W. 24th St., N. Y. Information Bureau. 





and the little family in your cheerful home is still 
unprotected from the trials of financial stress if you 
should be suddenly taken away. 

Save them that trial. Save a little money which now 
goes for incidentals, and let it build a barrier wall against 
the attacks of want, when such protection is most needed 


can help you build that wall. It is no idle catch phrase that 
has inseparably linked the Prudential name with the rock of 
Gibraltar. It has the strength of Gibraltar, and you may 
well use its resources, its solidity, its liberal terms of insur- 
ance to safeguard the financial welfare of your family 



Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey 


■:,■■■ ■ 


Home Office 


is maintained by The Prudential for furnishing infor- 
mation by mail to persons investigating and con- 
templating Life Insurance. We will be pleased 
Without "V X to send particulars of any policy you may 
committing ^^Sjj^V wish if you will inform us as to the 
myself to any 
action I shall 
be glad to receive, 
free, particulars of 
Endowment Policies. 

amount you desire to invest each 
Participating Endowment 



Address Age 

Policies of the Prudential 
furnish the two- fold object 
oh protecting your family 
and providing a 
guaranteed and profit- 
able investment 

Occupation Dept 92 


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A Steady Nerve 

and self-control which prevent firing before the 
"right time" are due to entire confidence in 
your gun and ammunition. Select a gun of 
standard make and model, and use 

U. M. C. Cartridges 

They will give the best results because they 
have been fitted to and tested in a rifle exactly 
like your own. Buy just the right Cartridges 
for your gun — U. M. C. Cartridges. 

Use Cm t ridges made bv Cartridge specialists 
— U. M. C. Cartridges 


Agency Depot 

313 Broadway, N.Y.City 86-88 First St., San Francisco, Cai. 


. ■ •'■ ." ' .' ' ':'• V .' ■■■.■ 

O O T I N G 

in the crisp, pure air of the game field brings forgetful- 
ness of work and worry. 

A Remington Gun 

brings a full game-bag back to camp — if you aim right. 
The reputation of Remington Guns has been made by 
skilled mechanics and honest materials. The Reming- 
ton history goes back to 1816. 

Time-tried, stand-t he-racket Remington Guns. 

Remington Arms Company 

Agency: 315 Broadway, N. Y. City. Depot: 86-88 First St., San Francisco, Cal. 

Fisherman's Luck 

in Summertime means freedom from 

Prickly Heat, Chafing 
and Sunburn. 


Berated Talcum 

Toilet Powder 

always brings immediate relief. Be sure 
that you get the original. 

Not on our package, but on our 
Powder, we have built our na- 
tional reputation. Avoid ordinary 
powders highly scented with cheap per- 
fume and put up in ornamental packages. 

The price of great success is a host of 
imitators. Don't be misled by the unscrup- 
ulous dealer who says: "Just as good." 

Sold everywhere, or by mail, 25 
cents. Sample free. 


103 Orange St., Newark, N.J. 

Try Mennen s Violet Talcum 

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j ?emm 0toJi 

To buy a Remington Shotgun 
instead of some other make does not 
mean more money, simply more 
brains — that is, the ability to judge 
gun values* Remington Shotguns 
last longer and hit harder. The 
Remington * 4 F.E." Trap Gun, or 
the "C.E.CX" represent the latest 
development in Remington Arms* 
These make excellent ducking guns. 

Descriptive folders and catalogue free on request 

Remington Arms Company 

Agency ILIOJV 

313 Broadway K[ m y m 



86-88 First Street 

San Francisco,Cal. 

Acetylene Burners 

For Dietz Oil Motor Lamps 

Ours are the only oil Automobile Lamps 
which can be fitted with a burner for the use 
of acetylene gas. These lamps when so fitted 
give a light equal to any of the regular gas 
lamps, except those fitted with mirror lenses, 
and very nearly equal to them. 

The above illustration shows the gas bur- 
ner, which can be inserted in any of our oil 
side lamps in place of the oil burner. All you 
have to do is to take out the oil burner and 
put in the gas burner and the lamp is then a 
practicable and perfect gas lamp. It is not 
necessary to remove the oil from the oil pot. 

They fit any 
Dietz Oil Motor 

- HmnlffliiR npra»— ^ 

it • iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiniinnfflwpi ^^^t_7mt 1 1. 

List Price, $1.50 each. 

R. E. Dietz Company L<.ighf si.<< t New York 

Established I84C1 


Fill in the three subscription blanks below, mail them 
with $3.00 to "Recreation," 23 W. 24th St., N. Y. 
City, and we will immediately send you any one of 
the following articles you may select. They are all 
standard goods of reliable manufacturer? e 

Marble Safety Axe No. 5 
Tubular Flash and Search Light 
Ideal Casting Reel No. 464 
Winter's Pneumatic Recoil Pad 
Sportsman's Knife No. 61 
Large French Briar Pipe 

"Gee" Minnow Trap 
Line Drying Reel No. 1 
"Champion" Fly Book 
Hunting Hat 
Rubber Camp Blanket 
Willow Fishing Creel 













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ADVERTISEMENTS will be inserted under the proper heading in this department at the rate of 
5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. No advertisement will be inserted at 
less than fifty cents. Cash must invariably accompany the order. A discount of 10 per cent, may 
be deducted from a twelve-time order. It is possible through this department to reach nearly 400,000 peo- 
ple twelve times a year for the sum of $6.00. Display type and illustrations at regular rates. 


OR SALE- — Fox Terriers, prize winners; thoroughbred 
puppy sale; catalogue. 

Belvidere Kennels, Atlanta, Ga. 

*■ Game plenty. 

H. H. Smith, Marydel, Md. 


RAINED Coon Fox and Rabbit Hounds. 

Comrade Kennels, Bucyrus, Ohio. 

TRISH SETTERS— Registered young stock. From 
finest bred dogs in America. Correspondence so- 
licited. Pedigrees furnished. 

M. W. Baden, Winfield, Kan. 



Dog Diseases 


Mailed Free to any address by the author 

H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1278 Broadway, N. Y 

Breeders of English 
Setters. A postal brings 
111 you printed lists of shoot- 
ing dogs, brood bitches 
and puppies, for sale 
at all times. The J111- 
3 ported English .Set- 
ter, "liiiiiitH'Id Ilraiig" at stud. He is a Field Trial Winner 
and also a I'hirty-six Times Bench Winner. Send for handsome 
Illustrated Souvenir booklet of this great dog. 

R. S. Barrett, 916-A., State Life Bldg., Indianapolis, Ind. 


to the development of the high-grade dog than 
proper feeding. More thought and experiment has been 
given to the manufacture of Young's Improved Dog 
Biscuit than to any other form of canine food. They 
are made oblong and are convenient to carry in the 
pocket. Improved Puppy Biscuit is round in shape, just 
suited to the mouth of the puppy. Its use tightens the 
teeth, makes them white and clean, and the jaws strong. 
Both Dog and Puppy Biscuits are packed in barrels, 
bags, 100 and 50-pound boxes and 1 -pound packages; 5 
dozen in a case. We refer, by permission, to Wm. B. 
Emery, Secretary of the New England Kennel Club, 
Boston, Massachusetts. A free sample will be sent on 
request. Young's Biscuit Co., 

89-91 Fulton St., Boston, Mass. 


pOR SALE — English Setters, whelped January, 1905;; 
A dog and two bitches. Eligible to registry. Cheap 
if taken soon. G. G. Thompson, 

Prophetton, 111. 

T?OR SALE— Llewellen and high-class Pointer puppies, 
and two broken shooting dogs; for particulars write, 
J. D. Higgins^ Hopkinsville, Ky. 

WILL TRADE well-broken Pointer bitch; good pedi- 
gree, for good gun. A bargain for some one. 
J. W. Rupert, Foxburg, Pa. 


Looking for a Good "Pointer "Dog to breed to? 
If jo, te/rite W. H. "Bruning, Hamilton, Ohio, 
_for "Photo and Pedigree- 


** ers are straight bred and unexcelled for size. We; 
have supplied equipment for many of the finest estates; 
jBpn m^n in America. Our plant is the largest and best 
GyCEi in the world. During the - past year we sold 
^S^^ more Homers than all other pigeon breeders 
OyLlJ and importers in America combined. There is 
a reason for this; look around before buying. 
We publish a full line of printed matter, covering every 
detail of this rich industry. Send for our Free Book, 
"How to Make Money with Squabs." Visitors welcome 
at our plant and Boston office. Address, f^plfV 

ffi2'^E2ffi3ffi2ffi]S Plymouth Rock Squab Co., ^fyc^ 
r^ ^=7 ^zy^S/^S/ 402 Howard Street, Melrose, Mass. 

(7J.IANT PIGEONS — Large squabs are the coming profit 
_ makers of squab plants. Start right by investing 

in stock which will pay for itself twice over first season. 
We have spent past three years perfecting our giant squab 
stock and can now offer these fine large breeders in 
Hunt-Homer and Runt-Maltese in any quantity. Squabs 
from this stock weigh 12 to 15 pounds dozen and never 
sell for less than $6 dozen. We pay $9 to $12 dozen for 
all young stock four months old raised from our breed- 
ers. Large imported runts and maltese hen pigeons, 
any quantity; we import Jumbo Homers by. thousands and 
can offer you very low prices on large lots. Visit us by 
appointment and examine finest squab stock, you ever saw. 
Will allow all expense deducted from first good order 
Write us at once for particulars. 

Keystone Squab Co., Scranton, Pa. 


Just to introduce our Selected Imported Belgian 
Homers, we will give FREE a complete outfit for breed- 1 
ing squabs. Send 4 cents in stamps for our special ; 
offer circular which tells you all. There are no better | 
Homers in America than our birds, and our prices are 
lower than any other firm. Remember, we are the larg- 
est importers in America. We also have all kinds of 
Pheasants, Swan, Peacocks, Wild and Fancy Waterfowls, 
Turkeys, White Guineas, Poultry., Collie Dogs, Fancy 
Pigeons and Imported Angora Cats. Write for what ; 
you want. Cape Cod Squab, Poultry and Game Farm, 

Box G, Wellfleet, Mass. 

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BIG GAME. Hunting on the Head Waters of the 
Stickine River. I am better prepared than ever to 
furnish outfits, pack horses and guides for the season 
1905. Moose, caribou, Stone's sheep, goat, black, brown 
and grizzly bear are all killed within one hundred miles 
of Telegraph Creek. Season opens September 1st. 
References: Andrew J. Stone, J. R. Bradley, T. T. 
Reese. J. Frank Callbredth, Telegraph Creek, B. C. 

Via Wrangle, Alaska. 

CPORTSMEN— Any one wanting good sport :11 do 
P well to communicate with me, as I live in a good 
gqme country, good trout fishing, bears, moose, ducks and 
all kinds of small game. Moose caller and guide. 

Thos. II. Davis, 
Upper Clyde, Shelburne Co., N. S. 



UR work in Taxidermy has a world-wide reputation. 
If you like to have your trophies mounted true to 
nature, ship them to Prof. Gus Stainsky, 

Colorado Springs, Col. 


'HE World's Best in Buff Orpingtons, Game Fighting 
Fowls and Dancing Ducks. 

Prof. A. F. Graham, Cameron, N. C. 

"PISHEL'S White Plymouth Rocks are the most beauti- 
■^ ful and profitable of all fowls, and are conceded the 
"Best in the World." Send three two-cent stamps for 
48-page catalogue. The finest poultry catalogue ever 
issued. Poultry, Ponies, Pigeons and Dogs. 

U. R. Fishel, Box 98, Hope, Ind. 



UFFALO HORNS, matched pairs, polished and mount- 
ed; also made into showy hall racks; flint-lock 
pistols; Indian relics, ancient and modern; Navajo 
blankets; elk tusks; old brass, pewter and crockery. Il- 
lustrated lists, 2 cents. N. Carter, Elkhorn, Wis. 


'OR SALE — One 4x5 Banger Plate Camera. Strictly 
new; a bargain. Nathan Anderson, 

11 Arnold St., Jamestown, N. Y. 

IQO" MODEL No - 2, Folding Pocket Kodak. New; 
s never used; will exchange for Stevens Bicycle 
■tine or pistol with telescope. 

C. L. Osberg, Sandusky, Ohio. 


(Dr *7c PAID FOR RARE 1853 QUARTERS; $4 paid 
"Pj'/D for 1804 dimes; $15 paid for. 1858 dollars; 

big prices paid for hundreds of other dates; keep all 
money coined before 1879 and send 10 cents at once 
for a set of two coin and stamp value books. It may 
mean a fortune to you. 

Address C. F. Clarke, Agent, 

Le Roy, N. Y., Dept. 3. 


yjU ANTED — Winchester Repeating Shotgun, 12 gauge. 

F. J. Fellows, 
882 Fifth Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

YjOUR GUNS WANTED NOW! Get ready for Fall 
* shooting. Send guns to H. Mortimer's repair shop, 
157 Washington St., Boston, Mass. 

A FEW LATEST MODELS Guns, Rifles, Revolvers. 
■^^ Very cheap. Send for free description list and prices. 

W. J. Lester, Capac, Mich. 

() NE D. B. REMINGTON HAMMER, 12 ga., 30 in., 
^ choked, twist barrels. Almost new. $13.50. 

A. L. Belch, care Recreation. 

A NYONE having a fine 16-gauge, hammerless shot- 
■^ gun of good make, may make a very advantageous ex- 
change. A well-known collector offers the full value 
of the gun in eggs of rare birds. 
Recreation, Frank Ford, 

21 W. 24th St., New York. Information Bureau. 

■^ have one that has had less than fifty shots fired 
out of it that I can sell for $15. Belt holster to match 
for $3. 

Recreation, Frank i-ord. 

23 W. 24th St., New York. Information Bureau. 

Q NE OF OUR OHIO SUBSCRIBERS tells me that he 
^^^ has a Batavia Leader double gun, 12 gauge, as good 
as new, that he will part with for seventeen doubloons. 
Does any other friend want this gun? If so, send 
along the simoleons right quickly. 

Frank Ford, 
Recreation, Information Bureau. 

2T, West 24th Street, New York. 

p OR SALE — New Thirty-two Remington High-power 
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/ leave this rule for others when Prn dead, 
Be always sure you 1 re right — then go ahead. 

—....-. VID CROCKETT. 

The present issue of Recreation will reach 
most of its readers just before the leaf be- 
gins to turn. Ere the October issue, in the 
great hardwood forests of the North and 
Northwest, the wizard of autumn will have 
passed through the woodlands, betwixt sun- 
set and dawn, transforming the wilderness 
into a blaze of glory such as no mortal pen 
can describe nor brush picture. With 
the fall of the leaf the old hunting spirit 
struggles for supremacy in a normal man, 
and year by year the 
number of those that 
shake off the shackles of 
business life for a brief 
return to primeval con- 
ditions becomes greater. 
This is as it should be; 
but now is the time to 
remember that example 
is better than precept, 
and that one little doe 
spared is better than a 
whole lot of finely-spun 
arguments in favor of 
game protection. 

Let Us Be 

Should the chance 
come to us to make a 
record slaughter, may we 

pass it by. We are not Borneo Head Hunt- 
ers, and a very moderate bag should sat- 
isfy the sportsman of to-day who under- 
stands the evil days that have come upon 
the wild things of the woods and coverts. 
The educated, wealthy sportsman can do 
grand missionary work among his humbler 
brethren if he but show the right spirit. On 
the other hand, he can do infinite harm by 
overstepping the boundary between sports- 
man-like conduct and its opposite. 

Then, again, don't jeopardize the existence 
of a fellow-mortal, perchance of a comrade, 
by carrying your rifle or shotgun in a slov- 
enly, careless way. If in any doubt as to how 
to carry your weapon, just glance at the 
sketches by Mr. Bellmore Browne, illustrating 
Mr. Kelly's excellent article, in our August 


Sometimes September Is a Dry Month 

We have seen Septembers in which a ter- 
rible conflagration could have been started by 
a spark. Should this be the case once again, 
be doubly careful. Clear the ground before 
you start the fire, and imitate the, careful In- 
dian hunter who never leaves his camp with- 
out "sloaking" the embers with a bucketful 
of water, or a half-dozen if necessary. 

Now that the close season is over, Recrea- 
tion is going to get down 
to its work. We propose 
to make this magazine 
absolutely indispensable 
to every man who hunts, 
fishes, and camps. In or- 
der to do this, you must 
send us in the best you 
have. Let us be deluged 
with stories and photo- 
graphs, written and taken 
by the men who "have 
been there," and don't 
forget to put your name 
and address on the man- 
uscript as well as on the 
letter. Even in the best- 
regulated offices letters 
and stories sometimes 
become separated, and 
then we have a delight- 
ful time trying to find 
but to whom to credit certain stories. Many 
of the readers of this magazine are tyros. 
They have everything to learn, and may con- 
fidently look forward to much pleasure in the 
learning. You, who know what is what, 
should do the teaching, and Recreation 
throws open its columns to the schoolmaster. 
Thousands are now preparing for their an- 
nual camping trip, and tens of thousands are 
ready to hear what their more fortunate 
brethren have done. 

Recreation is the clearing house for sports- 
men, wherein they may relate their experi- 
ences and exchange ideas. Doubtless, you 
have many friends and among them are some 
sportsmen. Send in their names and ad- 
dresses and we will see that they receive 
a copy of Recreation with your compli- 

We wish to make November Recreation 

Frank Ford 


in its way. It is to be a hunter's number, 
dealing with all the great hunting fields in the 
United States and Canada. We should like 
to receive articles from practical men, well- 
illustrated by photographs, if possible, deal- 
ing with sport along the Atlantic Coast, in 
the South, in the Middle West, in the South- 
west, in the mountains, on the Pacific Slope, 
and even in far-away Alaska. From our 
Canadian friends we desire stories of sport in 
the Maritime Provinces, in Quebec, in Onta- 
rio, in the great territories of the Northwest 
and in British Columbia. If you wish to have 
a hand in this issue there is no time to lose, 
as the November number will be in the print- 
er's hands early in the previous month. 

In pursuance of this idea of making 
Recreation the leading sportsman's 
paper, we have induced our editor, 

Mr. Beard, to Give Us 
a Serial Story 

the opening chapter of 
which is published in 
this number. This story 
is written in a character- 
istic style, and, when we 
say characteristic style, 
we mean, as Mr. Beard 
has been known for 
many years to the public 
as an illustrator, and his 
characteristic illustra- 
tions have been of a 
highly imaginative char- 
acter, so this story is one 
in which he has allowed 
h i s imagination free 
vent; but you must not 
suppose from this that it 
is not realistic, for, to 
collect material for this narrative, for Rec- 
reation, Mr. Beard has made many jour- 
neys and camping trips to remote points in 
the Rocky Mountains, Cascade Mountains, 
Selkirks, Mission Range; and other wild 
and infrequented spots, and freely used 
the notes of these trips to supply the 
local color for this story. The principal 
character is also drawn from life, and 
the plot of the story is taken from folk 
lore, gathered by him from talks with 
old mountaineers and trappers in their 
lonely huts on the mountainside. The char- 
acters are sketched with a firm hand. 

The story is quaint and unconventional ; 
but will appeal to nature-lovers, sportsmen, 
and all those whose hearts thrill at the reci- 
tation of startling adventure and' who love 
romance for romance's sake. 


An uncompromising fight for 
the protection, preservation and 
propagation of all game; placing 
a sane limit on the hag that can 
he taken in a day or season; the 
prevention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, except 
in limited quantities, and then 
only when accompanied by the 
party who killed it; the prohi- 
bition of the sale of game. These 
are Recreation's" slogans now 
and forever. 

is making a wonderful success of his depart- 
ment. Some day he is going to write a book 
giving examples of a few questions that he 
has been called upon to answer — and it will 
be a side-splitter. Just turn to his page and 
see for yourself how thriving it is. 

The Pablo-Allard Herd 

is in a fair way to be saved. The committee 
for the protection of the American bison is 
doing grand work. Among those that have 
enrolled are men who are known throughout 
the United States. There is no political side 
to this protective movement. A bill will be 
presented to next Congress that will, we 
trust, save this famous American animal from 

Sons of Daniel Boone 

The number of letters which is coming in 
daily from applicants for 
membership in the Sons 
of Daniel Boone is a 
source of gratification and 
pride to Recreation. It 
is evident that we struck 
a popular note when we 
appealed to the manly 
and generous qualities of 
our boys. 

To get down to the 
earth : we are all feeling 
jolly over the Sons of 
Daniel Boone, and our 
only regret is that we 
are past the age limit 
prescribed by the Foun- 

The mystic camp fire 
which appears on the 
Daniel Boone buttons 
has excited international 
curiosity. The laurel 
wreath surrounding it is emblematic of 
Fame, the camp fire itself of Hospitality and 
Good-fellowship, and in the smoke will be 
discovered the head of an animal familiar to 
all hunters of big game. 

The uniform of the young pioneers has 
now been approved and a "sealed pattern" 
is in existence, and is reproduced in this issue 
of Recreation. 

The official notches will be ready for dis- 
tribution by the time the guaranteed reports 
come in of the noble deeds done by our boys. 

Good Luck 

Many of our readers will soon start on their 
annual hunt. We wish them a happy, happy 
time, and renewed vigor. There is more to a 
hunt than the mere hunting. 



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that you get Mennen's — the best Talcum. 

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Number 3 


A Monthly Devoted to Everything the Name Implies 

Dan Beard, Editor 






over L^esif n . 

The Mystery of the Blue Goose 


My Love (Verses) 
The Ruins (Verses) 


Catching the Bronx Merriami . 


The Birds in the Moon . 


Amos ; the Mighty Hunter 


A Little Gray Nest in the Cat-Tails (Verses) 
The Minnesota Interlaken 


Mr. Dooley ; Her Story 


Mountain Trails and Travel 


Newfoundland Caribou Hunting 
Nomads (Verses) . 
My Friend the Collie 


Tappan Adney 
Dan Beard 

Irene Pomeroy Shields 
T. Shelley Sutton 

Bellmore H. Browne 

C. William Beebe 

Tappan Adney 

Carolyn B. Lyman 
Charles Hallock 

Dan Beard 

Frederick B. Hussey 

Wm. Arthur Babson 
Frank Leo Pinet 
A. D. Burhans 


American Tennis 

American Archery 


Dan Beard and the Boys 

Guns and Ammunition 


The Hunting Dog 
Collegiate Athletics 
The Referendum 












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WM. E. ANNIS, Publisher, 23 West Twenty-fourth Street, New York 

Copyrighted, 1905, by Wm. E. Annis 

'Entered at the New York Post-office as Second Class Matter 




IT BEA rS the Dutch how this work of mine is growing ! Now I have had to 
throw over a cruise on one of the crack boats of the New York Yacht Club, in 
order to look after the interests of my subscribers. Uncle Sam will have to put 
on more men at the Madison Square Branch Post Office if this avalanche of mail 
continues. Well, I have made lots of people happy, and that is worth living for„ 

FOR I am permitted to offer the schooner yacht Adrienne, 60 ft. o.a., 45 
o at r ft. w.L, 17 ft. beam,, 5 ft. 2 in. draught, with board up. She is in 
first-class shape, has two staterooms, is fully found and very fast and 
able. She has recently been provided with a Giant motor. She was on the 
New York Yacht Club cruise this year and has been the flag ship of the South- 
ern Yacht Club. Her owner took her all around the West Indies, yet she can 
be handled with a sailing master, cook and two men before the mast. She has 
been driven 140 miles in 12 hours on Chesapeake Bay. She has accommodations 
for eight. The price asked is $3,000, which is just about what has been spent 
on her during the last two seasons. Those desiring further particulars, with 
a view to purchase, should correspond with H. Mason Clapp, Union League, 
Philadelphia, Pa. 

* few of vis seem able to live in it, though 

we generally end by going there after the doctor 
gets through with us. 

If any Recreation reader desires to give up a 
part of his time to the contemplation of Nature in 
her most bewitching moods, and can spare the time 
to take a run of 95 minutes from the Grand Central 
Depot, I wish to have an opportunity of telling 
him more about a little country property that I 
wot of. 

Surrounded by miles of woodland (well stocked 
with game), with forty-six acres of land, thirteen 
of which are timbered; house and barn; New York 
papers delivered at 8.30 every morning by R. F. D. 

This property will assuredly be snapped up just 
as soon as the September issue of Recreation is out. 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau, Recreation. 

"**• mind wandering to what the poets call "the 
leafy glades," but what an old friend of mine used 
to call "that 'ere pesky cedar swamp." They say 
this is a good year for ruffed grouse, alias "part- 
ridge," and, by the way, I know where there are 
a couple of seven months' old Setter Pups that 
are just about right for breaking. Who wants them? 

(G. G. Thompson.) Frank Ford, 

Information Bureau, Recreation. 

TTHE TYPICAL GERMAN dog is the Dachshund, 
and no doubt they are very intelligent, in- 
defatigable companions. Three of the largest deal- 
ers in the country have told me to advertise their 
dogs. I only did this after receiving permission 
to quote bargain-counter prices. Step up, gentle- 
men; but don't crowd! 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau, Recreation. 

■pERTILE FARM LANDS— A man who has 
-*- selected 18,000,000 acres for big corporations 
without making a single mistake, asks me to say 
that he will pick some of the finest lands in the 
Northwest Territories of Canada for purchasers 
able to pay spot cash. Moreover, he will be satis- 
fied with a very reasonable commission. He can 
point to results that seem almost incredibly good. 
Are you interested? 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau, Recreation. 

ATOU MAY BE LOOKING for some one to 
board and handle your dog. If so, the fol- 
lowing address may be useful: C. C. Townsend, 
Englewood, N. J. 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau, Recreation. 


A I can sell you one of the $100 grade for a 
good deal less than it cost, and another of a $45 
grade for $37.50. 

(Van & Hendershot.) Frank Ford, 

Information Bureau, Recreation. 


HERE IS NO FROST in the air to-day, and 
Furs seem a trifle out of season; yet it will 
not be very long before there will be that nipping 
eagerness in the air that our old friend Wm. Shake- 
speare mentioned in one of his contributions to 
"The Ladies' Home Journal." When you are look- 
ing for a nice set of furs for the wife, write to 
me for prices. I have several men trapping for 
me, and I think I can let you have furs a little 
cheaper than anybody else can. 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau, Recreation. 

]~) R. G. D. WOOD has a lady pointer, 4 years 
old, white ground, with polka dot, liver-colored 
spots, thoroughly broken on woodcock', partridge 
and quail, that he will sacrifice for $40. 

Frank Ford, 
Information Bureau. Recreation. 

HT HAT LUGER PISTOL is not yet sold. Price, 
-*- including holster and belt, $18. 
(De Vlieg.) Frank Ford, 

Information Bureau,. Recreation. 

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. . . those specks passing across its surface 

Drawn by Walter King Stone. 




No. 3 




HERE used to be a 
mystery about the 
old building at No. 
36 Maiden Lane, a 
mystery which for 
many people re- 
mains unsolved to 
this day. 

In the building 
there was a certain 
room which was 
connected with the 
common passage- 
way by a door, but 
only a favored few were ever allowed 
to pass the threshold. The door was 
invariably locked and the bolts were 
only withdrawn in response to a knock, 
but the stranger always found when 
the door was open that the entrance 
was blocked by the form of a grim old 
man whose stalwart figure had not yet 
bowed to time. 

The old fellow wore his shirt sleeves 
rolled up above his elbows, displaying 
a pair of muscular arms which were a 
source of envy to many a young ath- 
lete. Likely enough the old man's face 

and hands would be smeared with the 
grime that comes from contact with 
machine grease and forge smoke ; but 
the eyes which peered through the 
grime were the eyes of an artist. 

Few, if any, strangers advanced fur- 
ther than the threshold of the room and 
the interior was unknown to all save 
the exclusive set whom the old man 
chose to admit to his den. The interior 
of the apartment was not tidy, and a 
good housekeeper would have called it 
dirty. A forge, a lathe and a number 
of tools suggested a workroom of some 
sort, and the contents of the grimy 
glass cases at one side of the room re- 
moved all doubt on the subject, for the 
dingy glass protected from dust a lot 
of scrupulously clean guns. 

This was the gunsmith shop, or more 
properly speaking, the studio where 
the famous Patrick Mullins turned out 
those gems of artistic and mechanical 
skill so highly prized by sportsmen. 
Mr. Mullins' ambition in life was to 
make the best gun that skill and con- 
scientious loving care could produce. 

Guns forged in England of Bernards 




or London laminated steel were sent to 
Mr. Mullins in the rough and he put on 
the finishing touches ; such guns were 
stamped "P. Mullins," and are beauti- 
ful specimens of skilled workmanship. 
Guns of his own make throughout bear 
the stamp of the maker's full name. 
So highly did he value the product 
of his own labor that whenever he 
learned that there was a "Patrick Mul- 
lins" for sale he would hasten to buy it 

One afternoon the old mechanic was 
busy putting on the finishing touches to 
a lovely "P. Mullins" fowling' piece, 
which I had ordered, and while he 
worked rebedding the locks, and filing 
the iron pieces down, he talked of guns 
which he had made and of the men 
who owned them, giving interesting 
anecdotes and biographical sketches 
of both the men and their fowling 
pieces. During a pause in the ramb- 
ling reminiscences I incidentally re- 
marked that I proposed soon to take a 
roving trip among the unfrequented 
parts of the Rocky Mountains. 

At the moment I spoke the smith 
was holding the gun barrels up to his 
eyes as if they were abnormally elon- 
gated opera glasses and apparently he 
saw something which interested him. 
It was not dust or rust upon the glis- 
tening inner surface of the tubes, for 
they shone like glass. Still he gazed 
long and anxiously and I was presently 
aware that Mr. Mullins was in a 
brown study and not using his material 
eyes but his mental vision, for after a 
moment or two he lowered the gun and 
carefully rested it against the lathe and 
turning to me with a troubled look he 
made the astounding confession that 
the best "Patrick Mullins" he had ever 
made was lost somewhere in the Rockv 
Mountains. When I say lost, I, of 
course, mean that the gunsmith had 
lost track of the ,eun. The truth is that 
this particular "Patrick Mullins" was 
in the hands of a perfect stranger, to 
whom it had been sent upon an order 
written by a stranger. 

Money would not of itself tempt the 

gunsmith to part with his wares. Irre- 
sponsible purchasers having plenty of 
money might commit the unpardonable 
sin of so lightly valuing the old man's 
art as to misuse one of his precious 
guns, and hence it was necessary to 
possess both the esteem and friendship 
of Mullins before a man could be ad- 
mitted into the select circle composed 
of his customers; and only his custom- 
ers were admitted into the gunsmith 
shop at No. 36 Maiden Lane. Know- 
ing this, you may judge of my astonish- 
ment when I heard that a genuine 
"Patrick Mullins" was sold to a man 
who had not a word of introduction 
or a reference. The very idea of the 
thing struck me as humorous,' but see- 
ing the serious expression on the 
artisan face I controlled my inclina- 
tion to smile. 

"It's an old-fashioned, muzzle-load- 
i n g , long-single-barrelled-flint-locked 
rifle, the only one of the kind I ever 
made, but it is a beauty," said Mr. Mul- 
lins reflectively, and, looking wistfully 
into my eyes, he continued, with much 
the same manner a parent might speak 
of an absent child, "I wish you would 
look it up. I got a thousand dollars 
for it with never a murmur ; not a check, 
but a beautiful buckskin bag all worked 
with colored quills and filled with old 
gold coins ; there hangs the bag in that 
case. It was sent to me by express and 
sent before the stock was dry or the 
gun half finished. The fellow's name 
is Weir W. Olf, and I'll wager my best 
gun that Olf knows a good piece when 
he sees it and how to use and take care 
of gun metal, still I'd kinder like to 
know what sort of a looking fellow this 
Olf is; I'd like to have a photograph 
of the fellow who owns that rifle. 

"There is something about the order 
which pleased me ; it smells of big 
game. The language is quaint and the 
spelling beats the band ; but the hand 
that penned that order, I'll bet, can pull 
a trigger. The man who wrote that 
order is a sportsman and knew exactly 
what he wanted. Strange that in these 
days of breech-loaders and repeaters 


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. Mr. Mullins was in a brown study. 

Drawn by E. Hering. 




such a man should order a single bar- 
relled muzzle-loader with a flint lock," 
mused the old man aloud, as he turned 
to his work again. 

The order was mailed from a small 
mining town which I afterwards dis- 
covered is located in the midst of the 
mountains, far from a railroad, and 
this was the only clew to the present 
whereabouts of the unique "Patrick 
Mullins." The suggestion that I should 
look up the rifle caught my fancy. 
There was an element of romance and 
adventure involved in the very idea, 
full of wild life and wilder scenery that 
charmed my imagination. 

"Mr. Mullins," I said, impulsively, 
holding out my hand, "I'll look up that 
gun for you." "You are a good fel- 
low," said the old man simply, as he 
gripped my hand for a moment, then 
resuming work upon the fowling piece 
he hummed softly to himself a snatch 
of an old Gallic song. 

There was just enough business con- 
nected with the proposed trip to enable 
me to persuade myself that by leaving 
the city for such an extensive trip I 
was not altogether neglecting my law 
practice. I was in hopes that I might 
solve a little legal problem, by discov- 
ering in the West some descendant of 
a branch of the Van Linkles, an old 
New York family, and have the pleas- 
ure of turning over to him or her a few 
idle millions and some farm lands in 
the midst of New York City which 
formed part of an estate left in my 
charge. • Among the family portraits 
belonging to this estate was one of 
Robert Van Linkle, by Copley, which 
deeply interested me, not because it ap- 
pealed to my artistic training, for I 
am a lawyer, but because I hoped some 
day to find a descendant of the gentle- 
man on the canvas and make him or 
her rich with an unlooked-for inherit- 

Above all the picture appealed to me 
as a sportsman ; the canvas showed a 
remarkably handsome young man, 
whose raven locks untouched by pow- 
der were gathered into a cue at the 

back. It was a youthful oval face 
which looked out of the antique frame 
with an expression of mild wonder in 
the clear gray eyes. The brow was 
high and broad, the eyebrows level and 
of the texture of black velvet, the nose 
slightly aquiline, a large, well formed 
mouth and the round but rather large 
and somewhat prominent chin of the 
same model as that which seems to be 
a necessary feature of the modern foot- 
ball champion. It was a full length 
portrait and the young athletic figure 
was encased in a hunting suit of light 
cotton or linen cloth trimmed with fur. 
Over his shoulder was swung a broad 
strap with a silver buckle ; the strap 
supported a bullet pouch of otter skin 
and an intricately engraved cow's horn 
powder flask. The young man was rep- 
resented as leaning upon a long rifle, 
which fact I knew would interest the 
gunsmith and with this thought I de- 
scribed the picture to him. 

"Wood extend to end of barrel?" en- 
quired Mr. Mullins, ignoring all details 
but the mention of the rifle, but not so 
much as pausing in his work as he 
spoke. "Yes," I replied. "I particu- 
larly noticed that peculiarity." 

"Gun trimmed with brass?" 

"No sirree ! that gun was trimmed 
with good white silver, silver plate at 
butt, silver guards to triggers, silver 
cover to patch box in the stock and sil- 
ver thimbles for the ramrod," I an- 
swered. "Well, well! A fine gun no 
doubt," said the gunsmith, for the first 
time showing his interest by looking up 
from his work and wiping the sweat 
from his brow with his shirt sleeve. 
"That gun had a forty-eight inch bar- 
rel and carried a bullet running forty 
to the pound — you said triggers? Yes? 
Well, the double trigger was intro- 
duced during the Revolutionary War. 
That gun came from the shop at Char- 
lottesville, North Carolina." 

"The dickens you say!" I exclaimed 
in some surprise ; "I would like to 
know where you saw that gun, Mr. 

The old man laughed a quiet little 



laugh as he answered : "Never saw 
the gun nor the picture my lad, hut I 
know from your description the make 
of it. General George Washington 
owned just such a pieee as the one in 
the picture. It 
was presented 
to him by Ma- 
jor Nicholas in 
1787, and it 
was said that 
the buck ven- 
turing' within 
one hundred 
and fifty yards 
of the general 
and his gun 
was as good as 
a dead buck ; 
but Mr. Olf 
owns a better 
gun. I have 
studied t h e 
American rifle 
through all its 
forms from 
those made by 
the good old 
Peter Decherts 
a n d Henrich 
Lemans, the 
short, clumsy 
Tyrolean mod- 
els of 1730, 
through the 
gradual stret- 
ching of the 
barrel up to the 
period. I have 
followed it to 
Kentucky and 
examined the 
first of the cel- 
ebrated "Kain- 
tuck" rifles 
by Mills in 1790 

and the gun of Daniel Boone, made of 
imported horseshoe nails, and the beau- 
tiful gun presented to Hon. Davey 
Crockett by the young men of Phila- 
delphia and still preserved in Ten- 

big Pete Darlinkle. 

nessee, and the one owned by Mr. C. 
W. Callagan, of Hotel Maryland, said 
to be one of Davey Crockett's guns, 
flint-lock, 40-caliber barrel 5^2 feet 
long and nearly one-half inch thick. 

I have visited 
the Crank her- 
mit of East 
M ountain, 
Great Barring- 
ton, where the 
self- styled 
'Universal ge- 
nius' is busy 
making rifles, 
lock, stock and 
barrel, but the 
gun I sent 
West could 
beat them all. 
Strange," said 
the old man, 
"that in this 
day of repeat- 
ers any one 
should order an 
old - fashioned 
muzzle loader, 
and yet, within 
their limits the 
work done with 
these old guns 
has never been 
excelled by any 
of the modern 
lead - pumping 
machines. This 
makes m e 
think that Mr. 
Olf is a true 
Look him up 
for me, that's 
a good fellow ! 
Ill bet you will 
not have much 
trouble in lo- 
cating him, for 
my life on it, every man in his neigh- 
borhood knows both Olf and his gun." 

I had reason to hope that there 
might still be some descendants of the 



Van Linkles in the Great West, and I 
had accordingly advertised in all the 
Western papers for heirs to the vast 
estate of this family ; but as yet had re- 
ceived no reliable information. 

Still I was far from discouraged, for 
the parties for whom I was searching 
might not live in the settled dis- 
tricts and consequently never see the 

It is a well-known fact that a body 
of emigrants invariably leave some 
stragglers whenever they cross a bar- 
rier like a mountain range, and the 
Appalachian Mountains are to-day 
peopled with the descendants , of the 
emigrants who were left there by the 
stream of hardy pioneers which poured 
over those mountains into the rich val- 
leys of Tennessee, Kentucky and Ohio. 

Hence I decided that the Rocky 
Mountains would offer me the most 
promising field for my search for the 
lost heirs. 

I felt little doubt of my ability to 
identify a male Van Linkle, because 
this Dutch-American family had a 
unique custom of tattooing all the boy 
babies between their shoulders with a 
blue goose, the family crest. This 
bird was in fact their totem mark, and 
the ceremony of tattooing it on the 
children was probably borrowed from 
the Indians in early days. 

But whatever the origin of the sav- 
age custom might be, all the known 
male heirs were on record as having 
had the token of the blue grass goose 
between their shoulders, and the decora- 
tion was frequently referred ,to in the 
old wills and other legal documents of 
the family. 

Failing in the quest of Bob Van 
Linkle's possible heirs, there was still 
another clew equally as romantic, 
equally as indefinite, and that was Bob's 
sister's heirs, for Robert Van Linkle 
had a most charming and attractive sis- 
ter who, after a romantic courtship, 
was won and married to Col. Ozias 
Carter, a dashing officer in the Ameri- 

can Revolution, and also a noted Indian 
fighter, a friend of Daniel Boone and 
Simon Kenton. Col. Ozias was so 
much enamored with the wonderful 
fertility of the soil and the abundance 
of game in Kentucky that he took his 
young Knickerbocker wife to his old 
haunts on the "dark and bloody 
grounds" and settled in what is now 
known as the blue grass regions. Every 
lawyer who has had occasion to look 
up land titles in Kentucky knows that 
the ancient surveys are an intermin- 
able tangle. In early days this caused 
many bitter disputes, and the colonel 
becoming involved in law suits regard- 
ing his land claims he became indignant, 
threw up his claim and loading his 
wagons with all the most modern im- 
proved farm implements, firearms and 
vast quantities of ammunition, garden 
seeds and a small but most carefully 
selected library of valuable books, the 
irate Colonel bid good-bye to all his 
friends and started for the West with 
the intention of reaching a point where 
land agents and boundary disputes 
would not bother him. All trace of the 
expedition was lost after it crossed the 
Mississippi. There seemed to be little 
doubt that the whole outfit fell into the 
hands of the Indians and the Colonel 
and his family furnished their scalps as 
human hair ornaments for the redskins. 
From the Carters I had small hopes of 
finding a stray heir, but I still had 
strong hopes of my advertisements 
catching the eye of some possible de- 
cendant of Robert Van Linkle, for he 
was a very well known character in his 
time, and so great a favorite among all 
the Indians that even in times of war 
he had been known to pass and repass 
among them unmolested. 

The history of this old Dutch family 
would be interesting, but for our gen- 
eral reader it is not worth while to res- 
urrect the family skeletons involved in 
this Knickerbocker story. However, 
we will give them the quaint legend of 
the Van Linkles. 



When New York was still young a vested his earnings in land and genera- 
sturdy Dutch merchant by the name of tions of people who needed the land as 
Van Linkle acquired wealth by his an opportunity to carry on business 
ventures in shipping. In those days willingly paid large sums for the privi- 

the difference between a pirate and an 
honest merchantman was often as 
slight as it is to-day between an honest 
merchant and a trust magnate, and it 
had little or nothing to do with business 
ethics. Van Linkle sent many ships to 
the "Red Sea," as it was called, loaded 
with gunpowder and shot, which was 
traded off for silks, spices and oriental 
goods. These were brought back to 
New York by vessels manned by 
strangely dressed and fierce looking 
sailors. The details of the trade did 
not appear upon the books of Van 
Linkle, though his less venturesome 
neighbors shook their heads and threw 
out dark hints and even suggested that 
the gunpowder was exploded and the 
shot expelled through the brass and 
bronze throats of the comical old can- 
nons before the trade was effected. 
However that may be, Van Linkle in- 

lege of using it, and the Van Linkle 
estate grew and fattened on the neces- 
sities of the community until now, 
without labor and without effort, it had 
so increased that its value was esti- 
mated in millions. 

But what appealed, to my love of 
mystery was the fact there is a legend 
in the Van Linkle family which had 
lent an interest to the musty records 
and added a flavor of romance to the 
quaint old parchments. 

All lawyers are fond of romance and 
their seemingly dry records obstructed 
with legal terms hampered by repetitions 
and "aforesaids" and "hereuntos" and 
"parties of the first part" and ditto "of 
the second part" are their library of 
stories of love, adventure and tragedy. 

Amongst the mouldy documents of 
the Van Linkle estate I found a frag- 
ment of a diary and to my great joy it 
contained the legend written in a quaint 
hand, with the long loops and antique 
flourishes of two centuries ago and the 
precision of a writing master's copy. It 
seems that one of the piratical vessels 



fitted out by old Van Linkle met a 
slaver fitted out by a worthy and pro- 
gressive citizen of Long Island. Van 
Linkle's ship had been unsuccessful in 
making trade with the lumbering big 
East India men and was lying off Mada- 
gascar awaiting its consort when the 
Long Island slaver hove in sight. The 
crew of Van Linkle's vessel were 
hungry for prize money and they 
brought such pressure to bear upon 
their commander that he ran up the 
black flag to the masthead and opened 
upon his Long Island neighbor to 
such an effect that the latter surren- 
dered after the first fire. When the 
two crews met there were so many ac- 
quaintances and former shipmates 
among the slaver's crew that the pirate 
deemed it safer that none should re- 
turn to tell of the neighborly man- 
ner in which they had been treated by 
their New York friends, so they all, 
from the captain to the cook, walked 
the plank, as also did all the wounded 
blacks. The healthy and sound negros 
were transferred to the pirate ship and 
after the slaver was scuttled the busi- 
ness transaction was deemed complete. 
But for the safety of the crew of 
Van Linkle's ship it was thought wise 
that all should swear themselves to 
secrecy. This done, the yards were 
squared and with joyous thoughts of 
home and friends the precious vessel, 
manned and commanded by the hus- 
bands and sweethearts of the bright- 
eyes dames and lassies of what is now 
America's greatest city, sailed merrily 
home. The venture proved profitable 
inasmuch as they fell in with some 
other ships and received from them 
valuable cargoes of silks, spices, rum 
and wines, which were disposed of at 
New York at prices that far exceeded 
what was spent for powder and shot. 
But one of the sailors, when half seas 
over, told more of their adventures 
than was wise, and the mother of a 
bright lad, who had walked the plank 
at Madagascar, came old Van Linkle 
and put a curse on him : "Fatal will 
your fortune be to all males of thy 

name," said she. "By blood it was 
gained and blood shall follow its course 
through thy male descendants." 

I am not superstitious, but as I ran 
over the records of the estate I could 
not but feel that the succession of fatal 
accidents that had befallen the male 
Van Linkles" was remarkably bloody 
and curiously enough only occurred 
after the inheritance of the Van Linkle 

Old Van Linkle's son was married 
and had a large family, but hardly had 
he had the papers straightened out 
after his father's death than he fell 
from a scaffolding in front of a new 
house that was being erected on the 
estate and was instantly killed by being 
impaled upon a picket fence below, 
and so they died, but none before the 
time of inheriting the fatal fortune. 
And yet the curse seemed to have had 
no immediate designs to exterminate 
the Van Linkles, for up to the present 
time there had been no difficulty in 
finding heirs for the estate. A chapter 
of accidents that are all, each and every 
one, explainable by natural causes, but 
when taken as a whole and in connec- 
tion with the mother's curse, a truly re- 
markable chain of accidents from which 
the females of the family seem oddly 
free, for the two old ladies who had re- 
cently died at the remarkable ages of 
ninety-six and ninety-eight years, had 
enjoyed their fortune for many years 
of their quiet and uneventful life, and 
lived on one of the busiest streets of 
our great city, where they kept a cow 
and chickens on land which could only 
be purchased by literally covering it 
with money. 

Robert Van Linkle, the man with the 
rifle in the family portrait, emigrated 
to the wilderness which then bordered 
the shores of the great northern lakes. 
There he traded and trapped with the 
Indians as late as 1825, since which 
time nothing had been heard of him 
and I had found no record of his mar- 
riage, though there must be some peo- 
ple living who knew him personally. 

Old Bob Van Linkle, the trapper, 



was a strange fellow who swore that he 
would have nothing to do with the 
cursed estate of his family, not because 
he was afraid of the penalty of the in- 
heritance, for as near as I can find out 
he feared nothing", but because his fam- 
ily would not allow him to wed the girl 
of his choice. Of course he was not 
old then, he was not yet twenty, but he 
had a will of his own and would marry 
in spite of threatened disinheritance, 
when, sorry I am to record it, the girl 
declined love in a cottage and gave 
poor Bob the mitten. 

As soon as the lad understood the 
state of affairs he added his own curse 
to that of the widow of ancient times, 
and shaking the dust of New York 
from his feet, especially the Van Linkle 
dust, he started for the wild Western 
forests; there he buried himself in their 
shade. In my search for some of Bob 
Linkle's heirs it occurred to me that I 
might also look for the Patrick Mullins 
rifle, and this was the reason that I so 
readily agreed to the old man's proposi- 
tion. To tell the truth I had little hope 
of succeeding in either case ; but I did 
expect to have a good time in a real 
wild country, for at that time there was 
still plenty of big game to be found in 
the West. 

While the buffalo were even then 
very scarce, there were a few stragglers 
to be found here and there. It was not 
difficult for a good hunter to obtain 
goat and big horn sheep and the bear, 
wolves and coyotes were still abundant. 
There were also at that time many 
places which no white man had yet vis- 
ited, and although these places were 
comparatively small in area, neverthe- 
less they .consisted of as truly unex- 
plored country as was the interior of 
Africa before Livingstone and Stanley 
made their way through the heart of 
the black settlement. 



Big Pete Darlinkle was a "bad man," 
and there is scarcely a doubt . that, in 

the effete civilization of the Eastern 
States, the hangman's rope would have 
been around Big Pete's neck — and 
what a pity that would have been. 

Big Pete Darlinkle's neck was full 
and round and rose in a massive 
column from its base of brawny 

Big Pete Darlinkle was a "bad 
man," but you are not to understand 
by this that he was unkind, for a better- 
natured fellow never got down on his 
hands and knees to play horse for the 
little naked Indian children ; a more 
generous fellow never cleaned out a 
saloon in a mining camp, broke a faro 
bank, or "staked" a friend in need than 

Big Pete Darlinkle was undoubtedly 
a "bad man," but the signs of his evil 
nature were not in his face, for that in- 
spired immediate confidence. 

Big Pete Darlinkle was a "bad 
man," but the children who knew him 
loved him ; the few women who knew 
him adored him ; the army of men who 
knew him swore by him ; nevertheless 
he was not only a "bad man" but a 
"killer," "Bad man," as here applied, 
means that Pete was a bad man to fool 
with, and "killer" means that several 
graves have already found occupants 
from the ranks of those who, not con- 
tent with Pete's fame, desired to make 
a personal investigation, and found to 
their complete satisfaction that he was 
fully entitled to and had well earned 
his reputation as a "bad man" and a 

When Big Pete Darlinkle once put 
his large muscular and well-shaped 
hands on the butts of his glistening re- 
volvers he kept his guns "a-barking" 
until there was no further occasion for 
a waste of ammunition. 

Big Pete Darlinkle was a "killer," 
but he would unhesitatingly have 
turned his spangled weapons on his own 
breast and there let them "bark" his big- 
heart out before he would have adopted 
the tenderfoot's method of first robbing 
by law, then killing by starvation. 

Big Pete Darlinkle was a "dude;" 



and being the son of a mountain man, 
Pete affected the old-fashioned, dime- 
novel style of hero in his costume, but 
his weapons, with the exception of his 
rifle, were of the latest and most ap- 
proved pattern. His clothing - consisted 
of a hunting shirt of dressed deer skin, 
smoked to the softness of finest flan- 
nel. He wore it belted in at the waist, 
but open at the breast and throat, where 
it fell back like a sailor's collar into a 
short cape covering the shoulders. 
Underneath was the undershirt of 
dressed fawn skin ; his leggins and moc- 
casins were of the same material as his 
hunting shirt, and on his head he wore 
a fox skin cap ; the fox's head, adorned 
with glass eyes, ornamented the front 
and the tail hung like a drooping plume 
over the left shoulder. 

Big Pete Darlinkle was a blonde, and 
his golden hair hung in sunny curls 
upon his massive shoulders ; a ligiit 
moustache, soft yellow beard, with a 
pair of the deepest, clearest, most inno- 
cent baby-like blue eyes all made a face 
such as that of the angel Gabriel might 
be after years of exposure to sun and 

Not only are "Big Pete's" revolvers 
gold mounted, but the shaft of his 
keen-edged knife is rich with figures, 
rings and stars filed from gold coins 
and set in the horn. The very stock of 
his long single-barrelled rifle is inlaid 
like an Arab's gun, and, as for his 
buckskin hunting suit, it is a mass of 
embroidery and colored quills from his 
beaded moccasins to the fringed cape 
of his shirt. 

"Big Pete" was a dandy, fond of 
color, fond of display ; yet in spite of all 
this he wore absolutely nothing for 
decoration alone, although every article 
of use about his person was ornamented 
to an oriental degree. Gaudy and rich 
as his costume is when viewed in detail, 
as a whole it harmonized not only with 
Pete, his hair, his complexion, his 
weapons, but with whatever natural 
objects surrounded him, and now, as 
he crouched beside me on the "run 
way" all his finery and trumpery so 

partook of the color of surrounding 
objects and so blended with the sticks, 
grass, stones and foliage, that it would 
require eyes as well-trained and sharp 
as his own to detect his presence. We 
were looking for meat and suspected 
the presence of elk. "Big Pete" had 
set the dogs on some deer tracks down 
the gulch and then taken a cross-cut 
through the woods and over the spur of 
a mountain to our present position. He 
said that whatever game the dogs found 
would pass this way and break cover 
within easy shot of our present am- 

With the confidence bred of a 
month's experience of my stalwart 
companion's wonderful skill' in wood- 
craft and his unerring knowledge of 
animal nature, I quietly crouched be- 
side him and waited — waited until my 
legs were cramped, waited until the 
dampness, from the moss under me 
struck through the heavy soles of my 
shoes and chilled my feet ; waited until 
my arm had "gone to sleep" and was 
so numb that it felt like a piece of lead 
— then, in spite of the danger of in- 
curring "Big Pete's" displeasure and 
in spite of my dread of being thought a 
tenderfoot, I changed my position, rub- 
bed life into my arm and assumed an 
easier pose. 

In front of us was a small lake, deep, 
dark and unruffled. All around the 
edge was a natural wharf made from 
the gigantic trunks of trees which had 
fallen for ages into the lake and been 
washed by wind and waves into such 
regular order and position along the 
shore that their arrangement looked 
like the work of man. Back of this 
wharf and all about was a wilderness 
of silent wood ; a wilderness enclosed 
by a wall of mountains, whose lofty 
heads were lifted far above the soft 
white clouds that floating in the blue sky 
overhead were mirrored in the lake be- 
low. An eagle, on apparently immov- 
able wings, soared over the lake in a 
spiral course and, as I watched the bird, 
its wings seemed suddenly endowed 
with life. At the same instant a pecu- 



liar gutteral noise, used by my guide 
when desiring caution called my atten- 
tion to the mountain man. 

"What is it, Pete?" I asked in a 
whisper, for there was a strange ex- 
pression in my companion's eyes. 

"Keep yer ears open and yer mouth 
shut!" growled Pete. 

I did so. The trained ear of the 
hunter had detected the sound of crack- 
ling twigs and swishing branches made 
by some animals in rapid motion. 

"Ah!" I exclaimed, "the dogs. You 
startled me; I thought it was Indians." 
"God grant it's nothing worse," mut- 
tered my guide, as he examined his 
weapons with a critical eye and 
loosened the cartridges in his belt to 
make sure that they would be easy to 
pluck out. 

"Those ain't our dogs, mister," he re- 
marked, after he had examined his 
whole arsenal. 

As I again fixed my attention on the 
noise, in place of the resonant voice of 
the hounds, I heard nothing but the 
crackling of branches, with an occas- 
ional half-suppressed, wolf-like yelp. 

"Big Pete" turned pale and he mut- 
tered : "It's them for sartin ; it's them 
agin ! And I hain't been drinking 
nuther !" 

We were in "Big Pete" Darlinkle's 
private game preserve. No barbed- 
wire fences marked its boundaries, no 
servile and stupid gamekeepers drove 
small boys and natives from the God- 
made park and groves ; no insulting 
and badly composed notices warned 
humanity in general that this was "Big 
Pete" Darlinkle's private piece of 
earth, granted to him by the same 
divine right that keeps the king on his 
throne ; no such notices appeared with 
dire threats of the law for any God- 
forsaken man who should trespass on 
this domain ; yet, though it was 
guarded with no visible police, the same 
terrible power which makes poaching 
a crime in the Eastern States, kept tres- 
passers out of the park. The guard- 
ians were ignorance and superstition, 
and they guarded it well, for even "Big 

Pete" Darlinkle, "mountain man," 
"bad man" and "killer" had lost his 
color, if not his nerve, at the approach 
of these two invisible policemen. 

Many a time around the camp fire I 
had heard, wild romances of a certain 
strange and ghostly hunter, with his 
train of phantom dogs which made 
their appearance and drove ghostly 
deer panting through the woods. "Big 
Pete" never added a word to these nar- 
rations, nor did he contradict them, but 
we all knew that if anyone had, he must 
have seen the spooky hunter, with his 
hobgoblin train, and he had admitted to 
me that his park, as he called it, was 
the place this creature was said to fre- 
quent. I remembered all these things 
as I listened to the ghoulish pack which 
now approached nearer and nearer, and 
all the suppressed superstition in my 
own nature was aroused. 

For miles and miles in every direc- 
tion extended an unbroken wilderness, 
silent, solemn, awful. Strange, mys- 
terious mountains guarded this secluded 
park. Peak after peak receded in the 
distance until I was unable to tell 
whether the more remote ones were 
clouds of vapor or solid rock. The 
eagle now hovered just over the edge 
of the lake and within easy gunshot, his 
great wings flapped and beat the air in 
his excitement. It was evident not 
only that this bird heard the yelping 
pack, but was waiting like us for the 
game to break cover. 

"Big Pete" Darlinkle crouched in ex- 
actly the same pose he had first as- 
sumed, his face looked sallow and 
worn, a simple effect caused by the 
crimson blood leaving the sunburnt face 
and changing the warm browm into a 
dirty yellow by withdrawing red from 
the mixture ; but I did not stop to ana- 
lyze the effect and, if I had, I knew 
"Big Pete" well enough to understand 
the seriousness of the situation that 
would cause the blood to leave his 

"Big Pete's" eyes were fixed upon 
an opening in the woods and I knew 
that something would soon bound from 

He made no noise. 

Drawn by E. Hering. 




that spot. I could hear the crashing 
of brush and the yelps of the phantom 
dogs ; then there was a pause, a rush- 
ing noise, and out leaped as beautiful 
a bull elk as I had ever seen — in fact 
the first I had ever seen in his native 
wildness. I had 
only time to note 
h i s muscular 
neck, his grand 
branching ant- 
lers, and a pack 
of black wolves 
at h i s heels, 
when I brought 
my gun to my 
shoulder, but be- 
fore I could pull 
the trigger "Big 
Pete" struck it, 
knoc king the 
muzzle up. 

"Hist!" he 
said, and pointed 
to the bird. 

The eagle 
screamed, and 
skillfully avoid- 
ing the branch- 
ing antlers, 
struck the buck 
fair with its 
hooked talons, 
flapping its huge 
wings in the poor . 
beast's eyes. I 
was thunder- 
struck, the evi- 
dent partnership 
of wolves and 
bird needed 
some explana- 
tion and it was 
not long in com- 
ing. A shrill 
whistle pierced 
the air, the black 
wolves immedi- 
ately ceased to worry the elk, the eagle 
again soared overhead, and for an in- 
stant the elk stood confused, then leaped 
high in the air and fell dead. The next 
moment I heard the crack of a rifle 

and saw a puff of blue smoke across 
the lake. 

"That's no ghost, Pete," I said, when 
partly recovered from my astonish- 

"Wait," said Pete laconically. 

Not long af- 
terwards there 
was a move- 
ment among the 
wolves and, 
noiselessly as a 
panther, a fig- 
ure dropped, by 
the aid of the 
limb of a tree, 
from an over- 
hanging rock to 
the side of the 
dead elk. He 
made no noise 
uttered no 
word to the pa- 
tient black ani- 
mals who sat 
with their red 
tongues hang- 
ing from their 
panting jaws, 
but without a 
moment's hesi- 
tation whipped 
out a knife, and 
with a dexterity 
and skill that 
brought back 
the color to 
"'Big Pete's" 
face, this 
stran g e ma n 
p r o c eeded to 
take the coat 
off the deer. 
The great eagle, 
perched upon 
the branching 
antlers. I could 
hear it uttering 
note peculiar to 
The skin removed, with 

as beautiful a bull elk as I had ever seen 


that low 

such birds. 

equal dexterity all the best parts of the 

meat were skillfully detached and 

packed in the green hide, then, remov- 


ing a large slice of red flesh, he held up was fed from his hand, and before I 

one finger ; one of the wolves gravely, could realize what had happened, the 

and with no unbecoming haste, walked man, the wolves and the eagle had dis- 

up to him, received the morsel and re- appeared, leaving nothing but the dis- 

tired. Each in turn was fed, then the mantled carcass of the elk to remind ui 

great bird flopped on his shoulder and of the strange episode. 

(To be continued.) 



A rover am I and a lover bold, 

And the Earth is my lady fair; 
I love her in every shape and guise, 

And I sing of her beauties rare. 

I brave the fierce storm on the mountain top, 
And shout to the sentinel pine, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! You are keeping the faith, 
And guarding this dear love of mine. 

With snowshoe and ski and sharp skate of 

We fly like the swift arrow by, 
And race with the reindeer to lay at her feet 

Our offerings — Old Winter and I. 

Far out on the prairie and upland plain, 
Where the wild western winds blow free, 

I watch brave Summer with flowers and 
Weave chaplets to lay at her knee. 

The inland lakes in emerald frames, 
And margins of silver and gold, 

Are mirrors whose lifelong efforts are vain, 
To picture the charms they behold. 

Old Ocean is raging in futile wrath, 
And lashing his waves into foam \ 

Though tossing his kisses and gifts at her 
Alas ! he no farther can come. 

And then under palms *neath the southern 

She's a queen in a jeweled crown, 
I worship all day and dream all the night, 

And treasure her veriest frown. 


San Fernando Mission, California 

Relic of days departed, wreck of a perished time, 
Over whose wasted grandeur lingers a charm sublime ; 
Shadow and sunbeam mingle, splendor and darkness blend 
Over the padre's palace — Ah, 'tis a sombre end! 

Still there is pride and beauty e'en in that crumbled waste, 
Time has bestowed a grandeur greater than it effaced ; 
Age is not always cruel — youth is not always kind ; 
life has a hidden beauty only the old can find. 





HE spring of 1903 
found four of us on 
the Bering Sea 
coast. We had 
cached our little 
schooner in one of 
the deep fjords 
that gash the south 
shore of the Alaska 
peninsula, and had 
packed our grub 
and 30-40' s across 
the snowy mountains to the north, or 
Bering Sea side. 

Once on the north side we hunted 
up a skiff we had heard of, and with it 
navigated the bleak coast where the 
snow melts into the sea, and seals bark 
and tumble in the surf. 

We were hunting the Ursus merri- 
ami, one of the six species of brown 
bear found in Alaska. The range of the 
family stretches from somewhere south 
of Sitka, in Alaska, to Kamtschatka, on 
the western coast of Bering Sea, and 
they are the largest carnivo known. 

We hoped to kill a perfect species of 
the merriami bear, as Andrew J. Stone, 
who was the head of our party, was 
collecting large mammals for the Amer- 
ican Museum of Natural History. We 
were also particularly anxious to cap- 
ture a specimen alive, as at that time 
there was not one of these grand ani- 
mals in captivity. 

There is probably no country in the 
world where food is more easily ob- 
tained than along the Bering Sea coast 
in the spring time. Caribou — Rangifer 
granti — are numerous, and, despite the 
long winters, the flesh of the young 
bulls is good. Harbor seals frequent 
the bays, and seal liver with bacon 
makes a grand breakfast. Sea gulls 
nest by thousands on the surf-washed 
islands, and their eggs, fried or scram- 

bled, are delicious, though they taste 
fishy when boiled. 

Scallops and clams are abundant, and 
the waters teem with salmon and cod. 

The country we hunted was very 
mountainous, and there was no timber 
The only wood was willow and aldei. 
The willows are small and do not count 
much as game cover, but the alders 
grow to a good size and form tangled 
thickets. These thickets are the home 
of the brown bears. In summer, bear 
hunting is practically impossible, be- 
• cause of the dense growth of grass 
which covers the country. The grass 
reaches a height of over six feet, and 
flourishes on the high mountain sides 
as well as in the sheltered valleys. At 
this time of year the bears' skins are 
worthless. The hair is thin, and wears 
away in large patches, giving the big 
brutes a decidedly ragged appearance. 

In the spring the grass is pressed flat 
by the winter snows and the new crop 
has not as yet grown to any height. 

These conditions make ideal hunt- 
ing, as game can be seen at a great 

In color the Ursus merriami may be 
almost any shade of brown, ranging 
from darkest brown to yellowish white. 
Individuals often combine several 
shades, but the darkest coloring is 
usually on the legs and belly, while the 
back is light. 

The pelage compared with that of 
the grizzly bear is longer and shaggier, 
and the tufts of bear hair caught on 
the brush along the bear trails suggests 
the coarse-matted hair of the Ameri- 
can bison. 

In hunting we left camp about one 
A. M., as the nights were very short. 
In fact, it is never really dark in the 
springtime. The soft sunset glow 
lingers for hours among the snow- 



capped mountains, turning them a beau- 
tiful rose color, which is reflected on 
the glassy surface of the deep bays. 

In one of these fjords we pitched 
our first hunting camp. All about us 
great plains rolled up to the snow- 
splashed foot-hills. Far at sea some 
walrus islands blurred the horizon, and 
on a peninsula near by the steam from 
a hot spring drifted lazily against the 

It was a peaceful background for a 
bear killing, but our first hunt was 

John Hubley, a broad-shouldered 
Russian boy, and I left camp early one 
morning. As the mountains were 
wrapped in fog we hunted the "flats." 
We were unsuccessful, and turned 
campwards, after hunting about ten 
miles. By this time the clouds had 
drifted from the foot-hills, and we 
could see great snowfields fading into 
the mist, and canons streaked with 
white where the glacial streams broke 
into foam. 

As yet we had seen no fresh bear 
sign, but at every step we saw evidence 
of their presence. At times we followed 
the great double bear trails, as they 
wound among the alder thickets, and 
skirted the salmon rivers. The brown 
bears are enthusiastic fishermen, and 
occasional piles of salmon bones bore 
witness to their skill. 

Finally, as we entered an open, three 
fat, two-year-old bull caribou crossed 
ahead of us. They were traveling at 
a brisk walk towards the mountains, 
and, as we wanted meat, we followed 

They soon left us far behind, but, as 
the country was hilly, we could see 
their white rumps rising and falling 
among the knolls. 

When they reached the foothills they 
lay down on a bald hillside, and we be- 
gan our stalk. At last we topped the 
hill and looked carefully over ; they had 
gone, but the grass was still rising in 
their beds. The only cover near by 
was a deep canon, so we walked slowly 
toward it. Suddenlv, as we entered a 

thicket at the canon mouth, I saw Hub- 
ley's figure stiffen, and he sank slowly 
to the ground. As we saw caribou 
every day, and looked on them merely 
as meat, I knew at once that he had 
seen a bear, so I dropped to the ground 
and crawled slowly toward him. 
. "Bear!" he said, when I reached him. 
"Three of 'em !" And we gently parted 
the bushes and looked up the canon. 

The sight was one to stir a hunter's 
blood. Above us were grand freshly 
snowed mountains, and the wild canon 
choked with a wildness of tangled 
alders. Two hundred yards away the 
brush stopped ; beyond, naked canon 
walls rose to the sky, and a glaeial stream 
snarled down from the distant ice fields. 

On a little hill placed like a throne 
in that wild kingdom, sat the monarch 
of the world's flesh-eating beasts. The 
bear was a large "cow," and nearby, al- 
ternately rolling down and scampering 
up the little knoll, were two fat merri- 
ami bear cubs. High upon the mountain 
side, lazily crossing a snow patch, were 
the three caribou we had pursued, and 
above the noise of falling water rose 
the cackling of ptarmigans. We were 
in a hunter's paradise, and the chance 
we had longed for since crossing the 
mountains had come. 

We made our plans quickly. The 
bears were down wind, and there was 
no cover on our side of the canon, so 
we made a long detour and came out on 
the mountain side above her. Only 
once during the stalk did we see her ; 
she was chasing an unruly cub. A great, 
powerful arm shot out, the cub rolled 
head over heels into an alder patch, 
and a pitiful squeal echoed down the 

When we finally reached a bench 
from which we could look into the val- 
ley the bear and cubs had disappeared. 
Our hearts sank into our shoe-packs, 
for we thought she had heard or wind- 
ed us. But as we studied the thickets 
below us, with their masses of dead 
limbs and dry grass, hope returned, and 
we decided that somewhere down in the 
brush our bears were sleeping. 











A glance at the sun confirmed this 
conclusion, as it was about noon, and 
the bears' bedtime. 

During the heat of the day the brown 
bear "lies up" in some dense thicket, 
or a snowbank surrounded with brush. 
Stalking under these conditions is not 
always successful, although a sleeping 
bear does not hear well. We took the 
safe course, that of waiting for the old 
bear to expose herself in the open, 
where our chances of catching the cubs 
would be much better than in the thick 

The time moved slowly. After an 
hour had passed we gave up all hope 
of ever seeing the bears again. Our 
hearing grew strangely acute, and 
every little noise made us start. 

Brown objects — brush, and rocks — 
seemed to move. A big willow ptarmi- 
gan strutted across a snow patch and 
surveyed us with outstretched neck. 

Far up the canon our three friends, 
the caribou, were at last resting, and 
now and then the faint, far-off yapping 
of a fox drifted up from the lowlands. 

As the cold crept into us we lost 
control of our muscles and. shivered 
like dogs in a duck blind. 

We had crouched on that hillside for 
over two hours, when, at last, we heard 
the sharp snap of a breaking branch. 
Looking in the direction of the noise 
I saw brush moving, and then, with the 
muscles rolling under her shaggy coat, 
the big bear plowed through a thicket 
and stalked into a little glade. On 
reaching the center of the glade she 
sat down, and our time had come. 

She was about 180 yards below us. 
Unluckily, a patch of alders spread its 
gnarled limbs between us and our 
quarry, so to get an open shot we 
moved down hill about 15 yards to one 

This move we executed with the 
greatest caution, as we had to cross a 
glade in plain sight of the bear. Had it 
not been for the cubs I doubt if we 
could have approached without her see- 
ing us ; as it was, she was nervous and 
kept raising her head. I watched her 

through my field glasses occasionally, 
and could see her soft, black nose and 
tufted ears, shifting to every little 
breeze and whisper of the grass. 

For a minute we lay in the shelter of 
some bushes, arranging our rifles for 
the work to come, and then we slowly 
rose to our knees. Still she did not 
see us, and we waited quietly for her 
to move. 

She was the first brown bear I had 
ever seen, and with the rugged moun- 
tains and a sweep of Bering Sea for a 
background, she made a noble picture. 

The cubs meanwhile had been settling 
a serious quarrel. In the excitement 
of their battle they had moved down 
hill and the old bear, at last, decided 
to join them. As her great shoulder 
moved forward, Hubley's gun broke 
the stillness, and a spurt of gravel be- 
yond the bear showed that the shot was 

The roar of the explosion in that sil- 
ent place seemed to paralyze the bear. 
She stood motionless, her great head 
following the echoes as they boomed 
and rumbled among the glaciers. 

I held low on her shoulder and 
pulled; there was a puff of dust from 
her tawny side, and we heard distinct- 
ly the splashing thud of the bullet. She 
bit savagely at the wound, and turned 
completely around several times, shak- 
ing her head. While she was turning 
we each shot again, and both bullets 
took effect. The next instant she dis- 
appeared over a bank. 

Springing to our feet, we ran down 
the mountain side, and soon found her 
on the edge of an alder thicket. 

As we approached she rose to a 
sitting position, but was too weak 
to fight. 

One of the cubs took to the brush at 
the first shot. The other stayed with its 
mother to the last, and then charged us. 
bawling with all its might. It started 
for Hubley, and he threw down his rifle 
and tried to rope it with his pack strap, 
but failed. 

Meanwhile, I had put the old bear out 
of pain and turned in time to see the 



cub make one snap at Hubley's trousers, 
and start for the bottom of the canon. 
We finally caught him in the glacial 
stream, as he was helpless in the swift 

Now that we had the cub captured, 
we wondered how we should get him 
to camp. Leading proved a signal fail- 
ure, for he scratched and bit at the rope 
incessantly, and when we went through 
brush he would embrace it with all four 
feet, and howl until the mountains 

As we wore several pair of heavy 
socks in our shoe packs, we used them 
to muzzle the cub's mouth and paws, 
and then rolled him in a pack strap. 

On the following day 
we packed the big bear- 
skin into camp, and 
looked for the other cub, 
but we never saw it 

Packing our captive 
kept us busy ; he yelled 
with untiring energy 
during the long tramp, 
and seemed to take a 
fiendish delight in kick- 
ing our ribs with his be- 
stockinged feet. I know 
of many summer sports 
more pleasant than 
packing crazy bear cubs 
down icy mountain 
sides. Once at camp, 
he pushed his nose into a 
condensed milk can, and 
then he was happy. 

Our captive was a 

male, and a splendid specimen. He 
was, and still is, the only living merri- 
ami beai in captivity. He was darker 
in coloi than his mother, and had a 
white ring on his neck, that disap- 
peared as he grew older. He did not 
take kindly to captivity, and, although 
he was always interesting, he never be- 
came affectionate. 

The little fellow was with us on all 
our trips, and saw many a huge bear 
skin come out of the mountains on 
our shoulders. At the end of the sea- 
son we led him across the mountains 
to the Pacific Ocean. 

Only twice after his capture was 
his fighting blood aroused. On the 
first outbreak, Howe 
was carry i n g him 
through the water, from 
our boat to the beach, 
and got badly bitten. 
On the second occasion 
he tore a finger from 
the hand of a sailor who 
was teasing him. 

From the islands in 
the North Pacific, An- 
drew J. Stone started 
him on his journey of 
5,000 miles to Bronx 
Park, where he is now 
growing large and mus- 

I have visited him 

once or twice in his new 

home, thinking he might 

fyk3* De glad to see me, but 

°f he ignored my advances, 

which is not surprising. 

<■ S*r$P' : * 




HE lover of birds 
who has spent the 
day in the field, 
puts away his 
glasses at night- 
fall, looking for- 
ward to a walk af- 
ter dark only as a 
chance to hear the call of nocturnal 
birds or to catch the whirr of a pass- 
ing wing. But some bright moonlight 
night in mid-September, unsheath 
your glasses and tie them, telescope 
fashion, to a window-ledge or railing. 
Seat yourself in an easy position and 
focus on the moon. Shut out all earth- 
ly scenes from your mind and imagine 
yourself wandering amid those arid 
wastes. What a scene of cosmic deso- 
lation. What vast deserts, what gap- 
ing craters of barren rock ! The cold, 
steel-white planet seems of all things 
most typical of death. 

But those specks passing across its 
surface! At first you imagine they 
are motes clogging the delicate blood- 
vessels of the retina ; then you wonder 
if a distant host of falling meteors 
could have passed. Soon a larger, 
nearer mote passes ; the moon and its 
craters are forgotten and with a thrill 
of delight you realize that they are 
birds, — living, flying birds, — of all 
earthly things typical of the most vital 
life ! Migration is at its height, the 
chirps and twitters which come from 
the surrounding darkness are tantaliz- 
ing hints telling of the passing legions. 
Thousands upon thousands of birds are 
every night pouring southward in a 
swift, invisible, aerial stream. 

As a projecting pebble in mid-stream 
blurs the transparent water with a my- 
riad bubbles, so the narrow path of 


moon-rays cuts a swath of visibility 
straight tlirough the host of birds to 
our eager eyes. How we hate to lose 
an instant's opportunity. Even a wink 
may allow a familiar form to pass un- 
seen. If we can use a small telescope, 
the field of view is much enlarged. Now 
and then we recognize the flight of 
some particular species, — the swinging 
loop of a woodpecker or goldfiinch, or 
the flutter of a sandpiper. 

It has been computed that these birds 
migrate from one to three miles above 
the surface of the earth, and when we 
think of the tiny fluttering things at 
these terrible heights it takes our 
breath away. What a panorama of 
dark earth and glistening river and 
ocean must be spread out beneath 
them ! How the big moon must glow 
in that rarified air ! How diminutive 
and puerile must seem the houses and 
cities of human fashioning! 

The instinct of migration is one of 
the most wonderful in the world. A 
young bob-white and a bobolink are 
hatched in the same New England 
field. The former grows up and dur- 
ing the fall and winter forms one of 
the covey which is content to wander 
a mile or two, here and there, in search 
of good feeding grounds. Hardly has 
the bobolink donned his first full dress 
before an irresistible impulse seizes 
him. One night he rises up and up, 
ever higher on fluttering wings, sets 
his course southward, gives you a 
glimpse of him athwart the moon, and 
keeps on through Virginia to Florida, 
across seas, over tropical islands, far 
into South America, never content un- 
til he has put the great Amazon be- 
tween him and his far-distant birth- 




Illustrated by the Author 




F I had only known enough to ketch 
beaver when I first came on the 
river !" 

There was distinctly a trace of sad- 
ness in the voice of the speaker, a 
man of perhaps fifty years of age, as 
he sat upon the floor with back to the 
wall, legs drawn up, and hands clasped 
around them for support. It was his 
favorite position when he wanted to be 
really comfortable. His legs were 
short, "jist a mite short for his body," 
to use one of his own quaint expres- 
sions, and no human being I ever saw 
could draw himself up closer 
and occupy less 
space on the 
ground or floor. 
A generous al- 
lowance of 
beard nest 1 e d 
among his 
knees, for Na- 
ture here had 
not been spar- 

A few mo- 
rn e n t s before, 
supper over, the 
tall, kindly 
faced wife had 
cast an indulg- 
ent glance a t 
her hus band 
and then re- 
marked, with a 
laugh, "Now, 
Amos is hap- 
py ; • he's got 
some one to talk 
to!" Even yet I 
recall the 
browned, lean- 
featured face of 
Amos, and his . 
dark eyes 
sparkling with 


animation, as he began upon his favor- 
ite subject. 

It was the end of a fine, northern 
autumn day, and I had followed the 
example of my host. The spot where 
we were that evening was estimated 
to be some fifty-five miles from the near- 
est railway connecting it with "civiliza- 
tion." As Amos had explained, he had 
come to this out-of-the-way place 
when quite a small lad, and had so far 
succeeded in dispossessing the bears 
that he now had one of the best farms 
on the Riley Brook "Intervale," and, be- 
sides, had the neatest woman in that 

end of the set- 
tlement. Amos 
was well 
thought of by 
h i s neighbors, 
and no one 
could command 
more dignity, 
especially when 
leading his lit- 
tle flock of six 
boys and girls 
to church up- 
on the rare oc- 
casions when a 
minister vent- 
ured that far 
out into the 
woods. The 
aforesaid legs 
more than made 
.up for their lack 
of length by 
their amazing 
ability to get 
over fallen logs 
and up and 
down hill when 
their owner was 
in the woods. 
Only three rods 
from the lit- 



tie farm house flowed the clearest, 
nicest little salmon river, and there was 
plenty of game in the surrounding for- 
ests. The moose in the mating season 
often crossed here, and more than once 
had picked out Amos's yard as the place 
to wade the shallow river. Amos says 
so, and who will doubt Amos, who 
never had been known in all his life to 
deviate in the smallest degree from the 
straight and narrow pathway of strict 
veracity? Back from the settlement 
for a distance of ten miles, as far as 
"the Branch," was a line of bear traps, 
over which Amos passed once a week, 
in season, with unfailing regularity and 
with fair success. This and a thousand 
and one other things which a man sees 
in the real, big w T oods, and which the 
nature students are supposed to be able 
to tell us all about, should have made 
any reasonable man contented. But one 
could not fail to note the tone of regret, 
as the mind went back to the good old 
times when it was really worth a man's 
while to spend a winter in the woods, 
trapping. Even at the present time 
there be those to vouch that Amos was 
a good hunter and a successful one. 
Serious minded, as woodmen so often 
are who live in the great woods face 
to face with Nature, Amos perhaps errs 
upon the side of modesty in relating 
his adventures, and makes no attempt 
to conceal the note of occasional mis- 
fortune observable in many of the in- 
cidents that he is fond of relating. For- 
mality has been dispensed with and we 
are seated on the floor, to all intents and 
purposes no longer within a house, but 
beside the snapping campfire in the 
depths of the primeval forest. 

"Why, over there in the bogun, and 
everywhere along the main river, the 
beavers was as thick as musquash is 
now ! When I got old enough to trap, 
I didn't think nothin' of gettin' four to 
six dozen beaver in a season. It's the 
lumbermen that's trapped everything 
off; when the logs are gone the fur is 
gone too." 

Encouraged by respectful silence, 
Amos continued : 

"I larnt my trappin' from a man they 

called 'Long Scott.' Scott was his 
name. He was an Irishman, a tall man, 
as tall as you are, a big man, too. He 
was the most profane man I ever knew, 
and the best trapper. He knew how to 
ketch the beaver and orter ! But I never 
heard a man swear like he did. He had 
a regular string of it he used to say, 
and you'd a- thought to a-heard him that 
is was a Methodist minister. 'By the 
great and etarnal,' he'd start in with. 
He'd git mad, and be that mean and 
contrary, jist at himself ! When he tried 
to light a match, and the wind was 
blowin', he would say nothin' when the 
first match went out. When the second 
one went out he'd begin to puss, and 
when the third went out then he'd com- 
mence a string. He'd throw his hat 
down and jump on it, and swear! 
When a bush struck him in the face, I 
seen him jist chaw the bushes in his 
rage. But he'd be pleasant to you or 
me ; he'd git mad jist at himself ! 

"One day we was goin' up Little 
Tobique, and Long Scott was ahead. 
When I got to the White-fish Hole I 
come up with him. There he was, he 
had his hat down, and his hands 
spread, jist a-prayin' ! It was a cold 
day, about Christmas, and we had five 
miles to go. He got his foot wet, that's 
all. I didn't say nothin' to him till a 
ways on. Then I says to him, 'Let's 
stop here, Mr. Scott. I'll build a fire 
and you can put a dry sock on.' 

" Tf the tarnal thing wants to freeze 
I ain't goin' to hinder it/ says he. He 
wouldn't stop ; he was that contrary. 
The foot froze. When we got to camp 
the foot was froze white. He didn't 
do nothin' but set in camp till spring, 
doin' nothin' but fish a little through the 

"One time me and Scott went out to 
an old camp, to set a bear trap. He had 
a gun. It was a nice one, made before 
these breechloaders come into fashion in 
this country. One barrel was a rifle 
and the other was a shot-gun, and I 
never could tell which barrel was the 
rifle and which was the shot-gun, with- 
out 'takin' it down.' I was walkin' on 
ahead with the gun over my shoulder, 



and the grub on the end of the gun. 
fist behind me was the dog, and the old 
man was behind him again with the ax, 
carryin' the trap. I had the gun and 
the grub, he had the ax and the trap, 
and just as I went to go in the door 
of the old camp, 'there was a bruin in- 
side ! The bear he turned to git out. He 
brushed right past me and nearly 
pushed me over ; I could have kicked 
him ; I never thought of the gun ; 1 jist 
looked at the bear ! The old man hol- 
lered, 'Shoot! shoot!' and that brought 
me to me senses, and I got the grub 
off the gun. By that time he was 
pretty near acrost the camp-yard, and 
I fired, as I thought, the bullet. The 
bear kept right on, the dog hot after 
him, and the bear run, lookin' back 
at the dog but it ap- 
peared like the dog 
didn't keer to take 
holt. I run after the 
bear, I had a good 
chanst at him two 
or three times, but 
I thought I had 
nothing but the 
shot. I meant when 
he turned to give 
him the shot, clost. 
I gained on the bear 
on the road, for I 
was letthT out my best, but when he 
struck the hill, there he left us. How 
the old man did swear when he found 
the bullet still in the gun ! and didn't 
I feel cheap ! Well, we set the trap, and 
we got him. He had the shot ! They 
were jist in his hide, and didn't hurt 
him at all, only stung him a mite. I 
wonder he didn't turn when he ketched 
it, but we always found the bears 
around here was cowardly. 

"About the orter? Well, old man 
Scott was in the woods and he had killed 
an orter. Now there ain't nothin' '11 
eat a mink, nor a black-cat, nor an or- 
ter. I've left a carcase hangin' for a 
year and at the end of that time it 
was all there, except it was dried up 
some. A 'gorbie,' or a crow, or a 
chicken — nothin' '11 eat an orter. The 
old man killed an orter, and he give 

Eat orter or star 

a piece to the dog; but the dog 
wouldn't eal it. 

'Eat orter or starve!' said he, but 
the dog wouldn't touch it. Next meal 
he offered a piece to the dog ; again the 
dog refused it. 

'Eat orter or starve!' said he. Next 
meal he did the same thing. 'Eat orter 
or starve!' But the dog jist wouldn't 
eat the orter. Every day he'd bring 
out a piece of orter, and every day the 
dog would turn his head away. Well, 
it went on for six days. The dog 
couldn't stand it no longer, so he eat 
a piece, and he never give him a bite 
to eat till he'd eat all that orter ! 

"The worst scrape I ever see the 
old man git into was one time up Sisson 
Branch, to look for a moose yard. We 
didn't find the 
moose yard, a n d 
were coming back, 
when I sees the 
fresh tracks of a car- 
ibou. I told the old 
man if he'd hold the 
dog, I could git a 
shot at the caribou. 
Thinks I, 'He'll 
make a grand pair 
of snowshoes!" So 
the old man helt the 
dog and I went a 
little ways, it was down hill, and I 
comes onto the caribou. I had the 
double-barrel gun, and the bullets did- 
n't fit the shot gun, and it was wet, too. 
I raised the gun and took aim, but the 
gun wouldn't go off. I see the caribou 
was gittin' uneasy, so I fires the bullet 
that was in the shot gun, and of 
course, I misses the caribou. The dog, 
when he hears the shot, give a jump 
and started, and down he comes with 
the old man 'seboy-in' him on. The 
caribou jist stood still, and watched the 
dog comin' for him, and I was watchin' 
the whole circumstance, and trying to 
pick powder into the lock of the rifle. 
The old man was right after the dog, 
with the ax, and when he comes up to 
the caribou, he struck at him with the 
ax, but he struck at his side instid of 
his head. The caribou jumped jist as 



he struck, and got the poll of the ax 
behind. The caribou was so clost that 
when he jumped he ripped up the toes 
of the old man's snowshoes and sent 
him fly-in' into the snow. He landed 
head first in the deep snow with nothin' 
but the heels of his snowshoes stickin' 
out. The dog laid holt of the caribou, 
and they went it down the hill. I sees 
the caribou was makin' for a little road, 
so I runs down and heads him off. 
Down comes the caribou and the dog 
holt of his hind leg, and I jump onto 
the caribou's neck, a-hollerin' for help. 
I could hear the old man up the hill, jist 
a cursin' and swearin'. Oh, it was aw- 
ful ! I helt onto the caribou, all mixed 
up in the snowshoes, and between me 
and the dog we threw the caribou, and 


drops a line into the water and pulls 
up and don't git the fish, and you says, 
"Well, I never saw the like!" You 
drops in again and pulls up and don't 
git him that time, and you says, "I 
never saw the like!" Now that's a 
lie, for you'r jist seen the likes before!' 
"One time I went up on Sisson 
Branch Lake with a young fellow from 
down Kesaw. He was a rattlin' good 
cook. I wasn't much of a cook those 
days ; but this feller was a good cook. 
He hadn't much experience in the 
woods. He had two guns, a shot gun and 
a rifle, and we agreed for him to carry 
the rifle and shoot whatever we could 
shoot with a rifle, and I would carry 
the shot gun and shoot whatever we 
could shoot with a shot gun. That was 

" Tom was lookin the other way. 

I killed it. The old man was cursin' 
with every cut of the knife. That cari- 
bou dressed a hundred and fifty pounds 
to the quarter. 

"One day I said somethin' to the old 
man about his swearin' so much. 

" 'Yes,' said he, T do swear a little 
bit; but I'm no worse than you; you 

" 'Well, Mr. Scott,' says I, "I don't 
know that I do.' 

" 'That's jist it ; you lie more'n you 
think you do, and I swear more'n I think 
I do. Now see here. Suppose we're 
fishin', and I drop a hook into the water, 
and I sees a nice fish, and I jerks up, 
and I don't git him. Then I says 
"Damn." I drops the line in again, 
and I pulls up again, and don't git him. 
Then I puts something onto the "Damn," 
and that's the way it goes, until I'm 
swearin' and I don't know how much I 
am! How do you lie? I tell you. You 

so as not to tread on each other's toes. 
He had a mighty good opinion of him- 
self, and he cal'lated that he was a 
rattlin' good shot with a rifle. Well, 
we comes to a place where we had seen 
the caribou had been travellin' along 
a road. I sets my shot gun acrost the 
road, with a chalk-line to the trigger, 
and went on. Then we had nothing 
but the rifle, and he was a great feller 
to divide up the loads, when we were 
travellin', so he makes me carry part 
of the ammunition. I didn't say noth- 
in', but I takes the powder, and we 
walks on, the dog walkin' between us. 
We comes to some fresh caribou tracks, 
and he runs on ahead with the rifle, 
leaving me behind. I hears - him fire, 
and the next thing I sees him runnin' 
back. How he did cuss me for not 
having given him the powder ! He'd 
run right onto the caribous ; they was 
walkin' right toward him, and there 




was one old buck with the finest pair 
of horns he ever seen ! He waits till he 
gits right up clost broadside to him, 
and he shoots, and he never touches a 
hair ! He stood there lookin' at the car- 
ibou, and the caribou lookin' at him. 
He hadn't a mite of powder — he'd made 
me carry it for him. Then he sneaks 
away and when he gits back the caribou 
is gone ! How he did tear around and 
abuse me ! He couldn't be reasonable 
at all. I told him to carry his own am- 
munition next time. 

"I was still kinder sore on him when 
we goes out one night to watch for 
beaver. We went to the dam, and set 
to watch till they come out to fix it. 
While we were watchin' we sees there 
was another dam above, with a house, 
and he says he'll go up to that dam 
and watch for them as they come over, 
while I stays at this one. He was goin' 
to take the best chanst, and give me the 
poorest ! I watched there a little while, 
till the water where w r e cut the dam 'd 
fell about a foot, when I sees a little 
white wake comin', and I knows that's 
a beaver. I didn't know how to shoot 
beaver then ; so I aims at the point of 
the wake, and fires. Down goes the 
beaver, and up comes his tail, and that 
was the last of the beaver. Well, the 
feller comes runnin' down all excited, 
and says, 'Did you git him ?' 'No,' says I. 

" 'Well, what did you want to shoot 
and miss him for?' 

" T done my best,' says I. 
'You've no business to shoot and 
miss him !' says he, and he blustered 
around as mad as he could be. 'Now, 
that one '11 go and tell all the others 
and we won't git one !' 

"Just that minute what happens but 
up comes another beaver. The beaver 
hears the talkin' and splash ! down he 
goes. Then the feller was mad for 
sure. 'Look at that!' says he, 'we've 
lost that one, too !' 

"I says I couldn't see that it was any 
of my fault. 

" 'Yes it is, too ! If you hadn't shot 
and missed the first one, I wouldn't 
have had to take on, and the beaver 
wouldn't have heard us !' ' 

Amos's face took on an expression 
that showed his troubles were not break- 
ing him down. But Amos is a patient 

"I didn't say nothin', and we went 
down below the dam. The dam was as 
much as four feet high, and we sat 
there looking over the edge into the 
pond. Pretty soon, up comes another 
beaver, and he come down swimmin' 
high, his back all out of water. He 
swum to one side and took a look, and 
then he swum the other way and took 
a look, and then he come down towards 
us ! He couldn't see us, we was jist 
behind the dam. He passed me first ; 
he was so clost I would have poked 
him with a gun, but I jist let him go 
past me. Oh, he was a purty shot, all 
out of the water, and his tail out flat. 
I was goin' to let the other fellow take 
him. Well, he never touched it ! 

"I was glad of that ! I didn't mind 
the loss of the beaver at all, I w T as that 
tickled to think that after all his talk 
he had missed the beaver. Some time 
after that he says to me, T don't see 
how I did that.' Says I, 'It must have 
been that the bullet described a circle. 
I couldn't see no other way.' But he 
was that conceited he couldn't see the 
fun of it at all, and I never let on — but 
I was tickled ! 

"Tom Slows, up here, kept wantin' 
me to go out with him ; he had been at 
me a long time to take him out to shoot 
a caribou. Tom had never shot a cari- 
bou, and he wanted one the worst way. 
Tom isn't much of a. hunter; he is 
comical enough anyway, but you'd 
laugh to see him in the woods. T guess 
there isn't much huntin' over in the old 
country,' I says to Tom. All Tom 
wanted was for me to show him the 
caribou, and he would shoot it. We 
went out, it was the spring of the year, 
and snow deep. We were gone five 
days. I showed Tom a caribou every 
day, but Tom couldn't seem' to hit any- 

"We came one time to a small dead- 
waters, frozen over, and there was a 
narrow bit of clear space each side, and 
then the thick woods. When we got 



to the deadwaters I says to Tom, 'It's 
about time we sees our usual caribou.' 
Just then I looks up the deadwaters 
and I sees a caribou, and with that I 
grabs the dog. Then I shows the cari- 
bou to Tom. The caribou was at the 
end of the deadwaters, too far away to 
shoot, but I see that by gettin' to a 
patch of bushes, up the stream a ways, 
he would have a good chanst. So Tom 
set off up the deadwaters, keepin' the 
patch of bushes between him and the 
caribou. Tom had his grub and stuff 
on his back, and it was in a white sack. 
You couldn't see it from the front, but 
from behind you could see it a mile — I 
don't ever carry a white sack on that 
account. Well, sir, Tom hadn't got a 
hundred yards when out of the woods 
come two caribous ! 
They sees the white 
sack and stops. Tom 
was lookin' the other 
way and I couldn't 
holler to Tom with- 
out scarin' the cari- 
bous, so I jist set 
there and looked. 
Well, it was comical, 
me settin' there, no 
gun, holdin' the dog, 
and can't holler to 
Tom ! The caribou 
didn't seem to know what to make 
of it. They steps out on the ice 
and crosses over to the side Tom was 
on. Then they creeps along on Tom's 
tracks, with heads stuck out, lookin'. 
Tom was goin' very slow and cautious, 
watchin' the caribou up the deadwaters 
and he didn't know there was anything 
around. They crept on until they got 
right up to Tom ; they was right at his 
heels ; he could have touched them, 
pretty near! Jist then Tom must have 
heard something, for he turned his 
head quick and he sees the two cari- 
bous ! He was that surprised he 
couldn't move, and never thought no 
more about his gun than if he never 
had one, and the caribous turned quick 
and was off in the woods. By that 
time, the other caribou gits scared, and 
when Tom looks for it, it is gone, too ! 

He brushed right past me 

"When I was quite a small gunner," 
continued Amos, his head leaned back 
against the wainscoting, whiskers out 
and eyes fixed toward the ceiling, in 
reminiscent mood, "I wanted to carry 
a gun pretty bad. But father said I 
was too small to handle his rifle, so he 
gave me a little hatchet, and I felt pret- 
ty big, goin' around with the toma- 
hawk stuck in my belt, like an Injun. 
I kept beggin' father to let me take his 
rifle, so, one day — it was winter time — 
he let me take his gun and I sticks the 
tomahawk into my belt and takes 
father's old black dog and goes off up 
the mountain, jist back of the house. 
I had got most to the top of the moun- 
tain, when I heard the dog bark and I 
runs up and the dog has a big caribou ! 
The caribou was 
standin' in the snow 
and the dog was 
barkin' at him. I 
runs up and the car- 
ibou didn't see me ; 
he was lookin' at the 
dog. When I sees 
a good chanst, 1 
takes the big rifle 
and fires. Father had 
the dog trained 
when he heard the 
gun go off he'd 
fasten right on, so when the gun goes 
off the dog fastens right on the cari- 
bou, and throws him down. I thinks 
I've done it, all right! I've killed the 
caribou, so I runs up and takes my little 
hatchet to cut its throat and as I gets 
up clost to the caribou the dog lets up. 
The caribou gets up, and I strikes at 
the caribou, and when I struck, the hat- 
chet slips out of my mitten, and the 
handle hits the caribou on the nose, 
not to hurt it, but the caribou jumps 
at me and strikes me with his fore feet 
and knocks me over in the snow. I 
gits up quick as I can and if it hadn't 
been that the dog took holt agin I 
don't know but that the caribou 'd done 
me. That gives me time to git up, 
and git first one snowshoe on and then 
the other, and we stands there lookin' 
at each other, My rifle is buried in the 



snow, and I can't git that, and I thinks, 
if I goes back father'll laugh at me. 
Jist then the caribou takes a start and 
I hunts around in the snow and finds 
the gun, and it was all full of snow. 
Thinks I, I ain't goin' to let that cari- 
bou go ! So I hunts up the hatchet, 
and then I runs down the gulch and 
gits above the caribou. 1 takes off my 
snowshoes, and with the tomahawk I 
jumps right on top of the caribou's 
back. At the same time the dog takes 
holt again, and we throw the caribou 
down and I kills him with the hatchet. 
Then I went down tu the house feelin' 
pretty big, and father says, lookin' at 
me : T sees you got the caribou,' and we 
went back and skinned it. I had it right 
handy to the house. Father was a great 
hunter. You ought'r hear the old man 
tell about a bear onct. When the old 
man tells a story he acts it all out, 
wavin' his arms, jist like the thing hap- 

"Well, he found a bear onct, denned 
in an old cedar. There was a kind of 
'spill' on one side of the cedar, where 
the wood was rotted through, and the 
tree was hollow, and the bear had gone 
in there and filled up the hole from the 
inside. The old man found the den, 
and he dug the hole away until he 
could see inside, and at that the bear 
sticks out his head, and the old man 
couldn't see jist where he was shootin'. 
He shoots and he doesn't touch the 
bear, and when he fired, the dog let 
into the hole, and it was dog and bear ! 
The old man laid his gun down along- 
side a tree, and when the dog hollered 
he grabbed the dog by the hind legs. 
You ought to see the old man act that, 
standin' up and pullin' — he pulled and 
the bear pulled! By and by the bear 
lets go to take a fresh holt, and out 
come the dog, and when he comes he 
struck against the gun and knocked it 
into the snow, and it got covered up; 

right after the dog was the bear. The 
snow was deep, and the old man could- 
n't find the gun, and they had it ! Him 
and the dog and the bear ! By and 
by the old man gits holt of . the 
ax, and he hits the bear a swipe and 
kills it. 

"I'd like to have you see a bear we 
seen last year, and the year before 
that. I jist seen his track," continued 
Amos, correcting himself. "The ground 
was that hard a moose would hardly 
have made a track ! I tried my boot 
in the bear's track, sir, and jumpin' T 
could hardly make a print, but the fel- 
ler had sunk right into the hard ground 
as plain as if it had been a light snow." 
Amos never quivered an eyelash, as 
he told this story, wi'h an evident air 
of belief. "Well, I set a trap, and the 
bear walks right into it. I set it right 
along where there was a thicket of 
bushes on the side of the road. Well, 
sir, he lit out with that trap ! I can't 
think of no other way than if you'd 
the strength to fire a barrel of pork. 
He jist give one big jump, the clog 
ketched, and he went right on, lea^in' 
the trap as high as my head In the 
bushes. Yes, sir ! He went through 
them bushes jist as if you'd a-fired a 
barrel of pork. Next spring I set an- 
other trap and you'd a-thought there 
was enough chains on it, anyhow. The 
trap was as much as a man'd want to 
lug. When I wen I. out to it a rabbit 
had got into it. The bear had come and 
walked off with the trap and the rab- 
bit; then he pulled out the rabbit and 
left the trap. I don't know where he 
went, after that. But he was the father- 
ly big bear. If you could only git a 
pictur of him ! I will be mightily dis- 
appointed," said Amos, as his mind 
turned to a little work he had in hand; 
"if we don't git some kind of a bear 
to-morrow ; we ketched eight there last 

A Little Gray Nest in the Cat-Tails. 


A little gray nest in the cat-tails, 
Four spotted eggs of pale blue, 

Hidden away in the marshes — 
Out in the sunshine and dew. 

Four tiny bills pointing upward ! 

Fluttering of downy wings! 
Twittering low, o'er the morsel 

Mother-bird, daintily, brings. 

Four feathered birdlings all tilting, 
Perched on a little gray nest ! 

Red-wing, so troubled and guarding, 
Hardly finds time now to rest. 

Four tiny heads, looking skyward — 
Watching the flight of the bee, 

Watching the butterfly sailing — 
Anxious the wide world to see ! 

A little gray nest in the cat-tails, 
Swaying, the dull, autumn day ! 
Lonely and still are the marshes — 



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state geologist, has 
publicly estimated the 
number of the Min- 
nesota lakes at eleven 
thousand. A large 
majority of them are 
unknown to carto- 
graphers, but familiar enough to wood- 
runners, trappers and Indians, through 
and among which there have - been long 
established canoe routes leading to 
trading posts and frontier reservations. 
The, area covered by these routes may 
be safely reckoned as containing more 
lakes than the settled portion of the 
state. But eleven thousand ! That is a 
great number. Now-a-days people talk 
flippantly of numbers, especially of dol- 
lars, without a conception of their vast 
aggregate. Why, it would occupy a 
life-time of travel to visit them all. In 
many parts of the United States a 
natural lake is so rare a thing of beauty 
and attraction that it is made the ob- 
jective point of a one hundred mile 
journey; but out in the park region of 
middle Minnesota one is never out of 
sight of them. There nature reproduces 
them all in aquamarine and clear colors. 
We are not obliged to restrict ourselves 
to the shadow of a gravel walk, or to 
an umbrella tent, as in a city park, but 
we may drive at will across the prairie, 
and pitch our sheltering canvas beside 
waters whose borders are paved with 
rare pebbles, and whose sward is ever 

kept green by the ripples which kiss it. 
Following the same route which was 
only a cart trail when I went up there 
forty-seven years ago with the Kinkaid 
boys, who started the town of Alex- 
andria before Minnesota was a state, I 
pitched down last June beside the Hotel 
Alexandria and once more looked out 
upon the expansive bosom of Geneva 
Lake. It was a happy experience — 
something like a renaissance. There 
could be no mistake about Geneva. It 
had charmed me in the old days, and it 
remained constant now. The- environ- 
ment had somewhat changed, 'tis true; 
fewer tepees and more houses in sight, 
but the same old ripple was on the lake, 
the same pebbles on the beach, and the 
same fringe of rushes around the shore. 
In fact I could fancy that I saw the 
same great overfed bass swinging along 
outside the marginal weeds. Many a 
time,. in the past, I had let my dug-out 
canoe drift along the shore line when 
the wind was fair and picked up a score 
of them on a troll in an inning. It is 
no trick at all to take a mess of fish 
in this and adjacent lakes — no more 
to-day than it was then. You can catch 
them with frog, minnow, pork, spoon, 
fish spawn, cawfish, caddis, worm, or 
fly. Everyone who knows how to fish, 
men, women, children, old and young, 
all bring in good strings, and the fish 
run large, too. I saw some gentlemen 
of St. Paul bring in a lot of fifty-two 
on July i, not one of which would 




weigh less than a pound and a half Now, the stated newspaper summer 
taken as they came, catch as catch can, correspondent, turned loose to grass, is 
and none thrown back. This is re- always enthusiastic. His descriptions 
markable, for there are always small of rural haunts are therefore subject 
ones mixed with the large. And the re- to mortification. They are always heart- 
suit is much the same in all the lakes, iest when they effervesce. But I am 
of which there are at least two hundred no four-year-old colt just out of har- 
in Douglas county alone. They all yield ness. I have looked the entire conti- 
pike, pickerel, perch, croppies, sunfish nent almost over, and am free to say 
and pike perch, with no end of frogs that for a country devoid of mountain 
and minnows on the side. Some of the features and partaking purely of the 
old anglers here call the small mouth pastoral, I have found none to equal 

bass "grey bass," but middle Minnesota in 

I do not find that syn- beauty and ever- 

onym in any of the changing variety ; and 

standard books, or in 
Jordan, Goode or Gil- 
bert, though it is well 
enough as a distinc- 
tive appellation, and I 
am inclined to favor 

It is important for 
a summer saunterer 
or sojourner to be 
sure about his loca- 
tion, not only as a 
sporting ground but 
as a social court. And 
as I said, there is no 
mistake about Gene- 
va Beech. The qual- 
ity of its guests, as 
much as its local at- 
tractions, determines 
the eligibility of a ho-| 
tel. It may occupy 
the most beautiful 
spot on earth, and all 
its appointments and cuisine be every- 
thing to please and praise, but if 
undesirable people are conspicuously 
present, it cannot pay long as an invest- 
ment ; while if it once has the good 
fortune to secure the "right kind of 
people," it will be difficult to frighten 
them away. One of our best resort 
journals well remarks that "it is not 
snobbery or affectation on the part of 


it is practically un- 
limited. The very 
contour of the land 
makes this possible. 
Consider, if you 
please, that this is the 
center of the great 
reservoir system 
which supplies some 
of the principal rivers 
of the continent. Here 
on this crowning wa- 
tershed the Mississip- 
pi and the Red River 
of the north have 
their sources, so close 
together and so near 
akin by birth and as- 
sociation that the dei- 
ties of the woods have 
always marvelled why 
they turned their 
backs to each other 
and took opposite 
directions, one to the freezing Arctic, 
and the other to the tepid South 
Atlantic. In this sylvan nursery of 
streams, in the very cradle of these di- 
verse temperaments and erratic moods 
we find a congregation of catch basins, 
lakes and feeders, so numerous that 
they are hardly named or numbered. 
They seem the very counterpart of 
the galaxy across the sky. There 

refined guests to object to constant and are lakes of every conceivable confor- 

enforced association with persons whose mation and outline : round lakes with 

manners and habits are less fastidious pebbly shores, oblong lakes margined 

than theirs." with wild rice and reeds, lakes with 


deeply indented bays and projecting 
points, lakes with shores wooded to the 
brink, and lakes set in shrubless areas 
of lawn, lakes filled with islands, lakes 
with flat shores, bold shores, sloping 
shores, cragged shores, and lakes with 
confronting bluffs and promontories., 
There are lakes detached and isolated., - 
lakes in clusters and pairs, lakes large 
as seas, and lakes in connecting chains 
which stretch far across the prairie and 
furnish uninterrupted thoroughfares for 
boats for distances of a hundred miles. 
In these lakes are no less than eighty - 
one species of food fish. Pike perch, or 
wall-eyed pike, are the most widely dis- 
tributed of all. They are found in all 
counties of the state, except in the south- 
western counties of Lac Qui Parle, 
Martin, Nicollet, Olmsted, Pipestone, 
and Rock. They come into season iru 
June and are caught in deep water on 
the edges of submerged sand bars in 
lakes, and at the mouths of tributaries, 
of large rivers, and in the Mississippi 

Black bass come into season in June. 
In May they are still covering their 
nests in the shallow water of gravelly 
shores, and protecting their young, as 
hens do their broods, and should not be 
caught until the young are ready to 
scatter and take care of themselves. So 
long as the parents guard them, they are 
less exposed to predatory rovers of 
various sorts. It is a mistake to catch 
them in May. Frogs are a killing bait 
at the opening of the season, and live 
minnows and trolling baits later on. In 
hot weather they go into deep water 
and to the outlets of lakes. If the 
angler expects to catch many bass, do 
not strike the moment a bite is felt, 
as when fishing for trout, but give them 
time. Let the fish gorge the bait at 
their leisure, and when you feel the line 
drawn steadily out, fix the hook into 
the jaw by a smart stroke, and you 
have them sure. Black bass are found 
in all Minnesota counties except the 
northwestern counties of Beltrami, 
Cass, Clay, Itasca^ Kittson, Marshall, 



Norman, Polk and Roseau, and the rainbow trout have all been introduced, 
southwestern counties of Lincoln, Lake trout are found in the Lake of 
Nicollet, Nobles, Pipestone, Renville the Woods, Itasca, Vermillion Lake, 
and Rock. and in Aitkin, Cook, Crow Wing, Da- 
Yellow perch, croppies (or grass kota, Fillmore, Houston, Lake, Pope, 
bass), rock bass and sunfish, one or all Ramsey, St. Louis, Washington and 
of them, usually accompany the black Winona counties. Lake trout are wide- 
bass, and are seldom found where the ly scattered over the surface of lakes 
black bass is not. It is well to rem'efn- in June, and afford good sport in fly 
ber this. Croppies are caught with fishing. Speckled trout also afford de- 
minnows, where there are beds of crop- lectable sport with fly in the lakes, in 
pie weeds, and are a superlative pan- localities near spring holes, before the 
fish. They are close kin to speckled weeds and pads reach and cover the 
perch. surface; but there are few expert 

Suckers and representatives of the anglers in this line. We have been in- 

Catostomidse are found widely dis- structed, to repletion, how to manipu- 

tributed throughout the whole state. late the cast on streams more or less 

Muscallonge are not found south of rapid, but very few of our writers seem 

Hennepin county, except in Lake Pepin, to estimate the care and finesse neces- 

Their habitat is between the parallels sary to successfully fly for trout on the 

45 degrees and 48 degrees latitude, in expansive and comparatively still 

the middle tier of counties, to wit : waters of lakes. Most anglers cast 

Aitkin, southern part of Beltrami and straight away and drag their flies di- 

Cass, Crow Wing, Dakota, Goodhue, rectly toward them ; but we believe in 

Hennepin, Hubbard, Itasca, Mille Lacs, letting the waves and ripples wash the 

Lake Morrison, Otter Tail, Sherburne, fly about more or less. On breezy, 

Sibley, Stearns, St. Louis, Todd, Wab- clear days, when trout rise wild and 

asha, Wadena, Winona and Wright, miss often, this method is effectual. 

(Goodhue, Dakota, Wabasha and In dull grey days it does not matter 

Winona border Lake Pepin.) Minne- so much. It is better to fish alone from 

tonka Lake, in Hennepin, contains mus- a boat. Cast to a point parallel with 

callonge. the bow, and work the flies across the 

Whitefish and sturgeon are found in water to leeward till opposite the stern, 

most of the northeastern counties, then round in a semicircle, as far as 

Whitefish are usually by themselves, circumstances will permit, so as to 

Three varieties of sturgeon are found cover as much area as possible, using 

in Lake Pepin. in nearly all cases from fifteen to 

Sheepshead, or fresh water grunts, twenty-five feet of line, of which at 

have a wide distribution from the ex- least nine feet should be silk worm gut. 

treme north to the southeastern coun- On stormy days a shorter and even 

ties. They do not occur in southwest- stouter cast may be used, 

ern counties. An active, nervous temperament tires 

Buffalo (fish of the sucker family) of the monotony of a fixed status by the 

are found in many of the southeastern side of an individual lake, with the 

counties. diurnal row, the bath and the still fish- 

Hyodons,, or mooneyes, which are ing, the hammock, the tennis court, 
closely allied to the herrings, occur in and the book, and the protracted lull- 
most of the northwestern prairie aby of idleness and loafing. It likes 
streams. Catfish are in all waters. to spread its wings and launch out into 
Silver bass, or white perch (M or one the unexplored and unseen, expectant* 
interrupta), and striped bass (Rocais at every sharp curve of the sinuous out- 
chrysops), are frequent. California let, emerging from the covert of the 
salmon, land-locked salmon, carp and forest into the broad expanse of a far- 



reaching lake, swinging the oars with 
a long pull across its bosom, seeking 
an outlet, where the rushes conceal it, 
and camping where night overtakes, 
with the starry veil drawn tightly over 
the uncertainties of to-morrow. The 
wilderness, methinks, is most attrac- 
tive when it is presented in kaleido- 
scopic aspects. 

One of these days, not distant, the 
itineraries of this lacustrine region will 

promise of the harvest. The whole land- 
scape is aglow with verdure and vocal 
with birds. It is odorous with the sum- 
mer perfume. The sunlit ripples sparkle 
between the flecking leaves and fill the 
view with constantly recurring sur- 
prises such as metropolitan treasuries 
have spent millions to imitate or repro- 
duce in city parks. Surely it is diffi- 
cult to exaggerate or enumerate the 
charms of this Minnesota Interlaken. 



be as well defined and fixed as those of 
the Adirondacks, and tourists, will en- 
counter tourists, constantly, in their in- 
coming and outgoing by lake and 
stream, and the whole country will be 
alive with guides and boats. The pub- 
lic has not learned of it as yet, and 
its delights are enjoyed only by a posted 
few; though even now from some cen- 
tral point like Alexandria lateral roads 
ramify in all directions to other lakes, 
and wind through alternate groves and 
prairie, and past undulating farm lands 
neatly fenced and radiant with the 

There is no such feeding ground for 
waterfowl, either. Wild rice, blue joint, 
horsetail, switch canes, scouring rushes, 
shave grass, cat-tails, buckwheat, water 
pepper, smart weed, water chinquapin, 
pond lilies, duckweed, • plantins, arrow 
grass, pond weeds in great variety, wild 
celery, teal weed, eel grass, and other 
seed-bearing and bulbous plants on 
which ducks delight to feed, abound all 
over the country. Sagacious sportsmen 
who have visited the Interlaken are 
lying by even now, waiting for Septem- 
ber, and the months to follow. 


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Drawn by Dan Beard. 





A few years ago, Mr. Walker, of the gentle, better-hearted Dear than Mr. 
Yellowstone Park, while on horseback, Dooley, the great grizzly of Yellow- 
ran down a silver-tip cub, and when I stone Park. Far better would it have been 
sketched it the cub was fastened to a for the lady bear with a gentleman's 
tree. name if she had adhered closely to the 

The cub was named Mr. Dooley, but traditions of her race and developed 

there was some mistake in this, as the into a surly, gruff, dangerous old girl, 

young monster was not a mister, in place of the gentle, sweet-tempered 

though, as it appears "he" was a she. creature she really made of herself. 

I placed my sketching stool just out True, she would not have been petted 

of reach of the cub, and, while I worked and fed with prunes and sweetmeats, 

with my pencil, Mr. Dooley spent "his" but she would have been much happier 

time scraping the dirt with his paws, than she now is, poor thing! 

making long canals in the loose earth The trouble with Mr. Dooley is that 

as "he" backed away, but all the time "he" made the mistake of applying the 

keeping "his" wicked little pig eyes Golden Rule to human beings, and the 

fastened on me. human beings did not appreciate the 

Every once in a while "he" would generous nature of the bear. 

make a sudden savage rush at me and Human beings are all right when they 

end it with a half-strangled gurgling preach and when they write, but their 

growl. brothers in fur will do well to not to 

When the season was over, the com- trust to the sincerity of the two-legged 
mander of the post stated that he in- creatures' sentiments, 
tended to send Mr. Dooley to the Because the gentle grizzly of Yellow- 
Washington Zoo. This grieved Mr. stone Park was guileless and unsuspici- 
Walker, until the late Major Bach in- ous, she (Mr. Dooley) was led into 
nocently asked if Dooley never escaped, captivity, and is now imprisoned in a 
and the next morning it was discovered narrow iron-barred cell in the Wash- 
that Dooley had escaped. ington Zoo. 

Next spring, when Mrs. Walker ar- And when the readers of Recreation 

rived with her husband at the canon, to visit Washington, and see a big grizzly 

open the hotel, Dooley was waiting to with its tongue lolling out of its mouth, 

greet them on the broad veranda. and a far-away look in its eyes, they 

Time rolled on, and Dooley became may know that it is the lady bear, 
a favorite visitor at the camps, and it known as Mr. Dooley, of Yellowstone 
was indeed a novel sight to see a great, Park, and that the poor girl is dream- 
hulking, silver-tip bear wrestling with ing of her free life in the mountains, 
the guides and enjoying the fun as or her real friends, the guides and cooks 
much as the astonished spectators. of the camps, and Mr. and Mrs. Walker 

Dooley, although a very, very bad lit- of the Canon Hotel, 

tie cub,broadenedboth in mind and body It is hoped that the visitors will take 

as "he" grew older, and adopted the with them some little green thing — 

Golden Rule as "his" moral code ; but turnips, apples, or any vegetable which 

this was a sad mistake on the bear's will gladden the heart of the lady bear 

part. There perhaps never was a more who trusted man to her sorrow. 




Illustrated by the Author 

PACK TRAIN start- 
ing out for the hills is 
a sight that may be 
seen almost any day 
during the summer 
season by a visitor to 
the average mountain 
town in the West, and 
it looks very pictures- 
que as it winds slowly down the street, 
and is finally lost to sight in a cloud of 

successful hunt for a fortune, or a 
hunting party, composed usually of one 
or more eastern sportsmen with their 
guides, and in these two latter cases one 
finds himself instinctively wondering 
whither they are bound and for how 

It is especially interesting to the un- 
initiated to watch the guides packing 
the horse preliminary to the start. To 
such a one this tying things onto a 


dust, or is swallowed up by the wall 
of trees and underbrush that crowds in 
upon the settlement. 

Perhaps it is only an outfit packing 
supplies to a mine, or, again, it may 
be a couple of prospectors starting out 
on that always interesting but seldom 

horse, as it is done by experienced 
men, looks inexpressibly simple, and the 
knowledge and work required to handle 
an outfit properly often goes unappre- 
ciated or is entirely overlooked. 

In taking up the handling of a pack- 
train let us confine ourselves to such 




a one as is used by the sportsman on 
his camping trips, as it is not only that 
with which people generally, and espe- 
cially eastern people, are most familiar, 
but it is in some ways the most difficult 
to handle. 

What, then, is meant by the "proper 
handling" of an outfit? It is, generally 
speaking, the transportation of food, 
clothing and camp equipment from 
place to place with the most comfort 
possible to both man and beast and with 
the least damage possible to the goods 
transported. This, of course, includes 
a proper choice of camp grounds, for a 
failure in this respect means much dis- 
comfort to all concerned. 

Imagine, then, that the outfit under 
consideration has been on the trail long 
enough to have "shaken down," or, in 
other words, that the men, both guides 
and sportsmen, have found their 
places in the scheme of things and 
camp routine has been established. 

Usually, the first thing the "tourist" 
hears is the cry of "breakfast" from 
the cook, and he rolls out of his blank- 
ets, dresses as quickly as possible, and 
emerges from the tent to find the horses 
tied up and saddled, ready to pack as 
soon as breakfast has been disposed 
of. This means that the men have 
been up for an hour or two hunting 
them through the brush, and chasing 
them into camp when found. 

The little matter of finding the 
horses is sometimes not as simple as it 
would appear, especially if, as is often 
the. case, there are one or two leaders 
among the "cayuses" which seem to 
delight in putting as many miles as 
possible between themselves and camp, 
or in finding a particularly thick bit of 
brush in which to hide. Sometimes 
they are so successful in their efforts 
that they may not be found until too 
late to move camp. Of course, as soon 
as these individuals can be picked out 
of the bunch they are introduced to a 
pair of hobbles, but it is surprising how 
far they can travel through a rough 
country or even through fallen timber 
while handicapped in this manner. In- 

deed, I well remember one instance 
when we hunted for four days, before 
we found two "lost lambs" that had 
cached themselves away in a thick 
grove about seven miles from camp. 

In general one may say that horses 
exhibit a personality and individuality 
on the trail that would, in most cases, 
go unremarked anywhere else, and the 
study which leads to the proper under- 
standing of their different characters is 
important to one who would obtain the 
best* results from a pack-train. 

After breakfast, while the cook is 
washing the dishes and packing the 
"grub boxes,'' tents come down, blank- 
ets are folded and everything is put in 
shape to pack. When this has been 
done we are able to see more easily 
than at any other time just what we 
have and, in general, of what a camp 
equipment consists. 

The matter of personal outfit is very 
much a matter of personal taste, and 
so far as I can discover there are just 
as many "ideal personal outfits" as 
there are sportsmen on the trail. We 
may, however, take it for granted that 
the more experienced the sportsman 
the fewer the luxuries to be found in 
his outfit, especially those which may 
be classed among the things that 
"might," but almost never "do," come 
in handy. Fifty pounds at the outside 
should cover one man's baggage, not 
including his blankets and rifle. 

The matter of camp equipment con- 
sisting of tents and "grub-pile," with 
the accompanying pack-saddles and 
rigging necessary for their transporta- 
tion, varies, too, with the preferences 
and experience of the guides. Former- 
ly for a long trip the staples consisted 
of bacon, beans, flour and tea, but in 
these days of modern methods many 
things which were before considered 
the greatest luxuries may be carried, 
such as evaporated and condensed 
foods, which add materially to the com- 
fort of the party and add little to the 
weight of the packs. 

In the old days, for instance, who 
would have thought of trying to in- 



elude potatoes in their provisions, which 
now, in their evaporated form, may be 
carried with the greatest ease ? In fact, 
the "grub-pile" nowadays may include 
about everything for which a man with 
a trail appetite has any desire, and 
usually one finds the guides very ready 
to adopt any luxury in food that is put 
up in any easily portable form. 

are used, the packing is simplified, as 
these may be filled until of equal 
weights, but when basket or sling ropes 
are used more care must be taken. 
When the horse is ready the guide 
designates two things that he has 
found to be of about equal weight, 
from fifty to sixty pounds each, and 
these are put on as side packs. Between 


Photograph by J. Brewster. 

But to return to our camp. When 
the tents are down and everything is 
in shape the real business of packing 
begins. While one man is bringing up 
a horse and tightening the cinches, the 
head guide or packer is stepping about 
among the packs, lifting one here and 
one there in an apparently aimless 
fashion, as though undecided what to 
take first, but in reality he is weighing 
them and sizing them up, that he may 
as nearly as possible balance the loads 
and thus avoid giving his horses sore 
backs. If alforjas, bags made either 
of heavy canvas or leather, with straps 
to hook on to the horns of the saddle, 

these is put a top pack, with perhaps 
a pair of blankets or a tent over all, 
the ends of the sling ropes are tied, the 
pack cover or mantle is thrown over 
and we are ready for the diamond hitch 
of which everybody, whether they 
have ever seen a pack-train or not, has 

Contrary to the usual belief, there is 
more than one diamond hitch. I know 
one man who has been packing almost 
all his life that throws eight different 
hitches, the one he uses depending on 
the size and shape of the pack to be 
secured. The throwing of a hitch is 
a thing that must be seen to be under- 


stood, for, while not complicated when for many a man is a good hunter that 
illustrated, even an accurate descrip- could not pick his way without a great 
tion is apt to leave the uninitiated as deal of discomfort through a piece of 
much in the dark as ever. Let it be country strange to him, with a pack- 
enough to say, then, that it is put on train trailing at his heels. A good 
in such a way that the rope binds the guide like an artist is born, not made, 
whole pack securely to the horse by He must be one who notices everything 
means of a cinch. about him and be able from what he 

Thus the horses are packed, one by sees to draw conclusions quickly and 

one, and the pile that at first looked correctly; he must be, as well, one 

so formidable, evaporates, until, when whose "bump of locality" is well de- 

the diamond is thrown on the last veloped ; he must be a good judge of 

horse, there is nothing left, and all that distance, and must know exactly how 

remains to be done is to tighten the much a horse is capable of doing, but, 

cinchas of the riding saddles before most important of all, he must have 

"hitting the trail." that instinct which leads him aright, 

'The proof of the pudding is in the even when reason seems to point the 

eating," and the same way the test of other way. Such men are not common, 

the packing is found in the way the and when met with are almost imme- 

packs ride on the trail, for if they are diately recognized, 

continually slipping sideways, or com- While the pack-train is in motion 

ing loose, one can hardly say that they the actual work, which only amounts 

are well put on, although it is seldom to driving the pack horses, devolves 

that a five or six hour drive can be upon the packer or packers, and the 

made without at least one or two need- cook, and it is much more unpleasant 

ing attention, and if the trail is espe- than fatiguing. With the average lot 

cially rough or muddy, it is surprising of cayuses the man that can drive a 

how quickly a pack, which one would pack-train without swearing ought to be 

think that nothing short of an earth- ready for Heaven, for, to put it mildly, 

quake could move, can be shifted or it does not improve one's temper to 

worked loose by the animal under it. see a horse suddenly dodge into the 

This was brought home to me very brush and attempt, with more or less 

forcibly on one trip. We had been in success, to buck his pack off, or, slip- 

the north country for about three ping off the trail into a river, swim 

months, and were returning from the across and stand quietly on the other 

headwaters of the Frazer by way of side, so that some one has to take a 

the Canoe and Columbia river valleys, wetting and swim across after him to 

The country is heavily timbered, and bring him back. Perhaps the most ex- 

this, added to a very wet season, had asperating of all is to have him fight 

made the trail simply one long mud- the other horses off the trail until he 

hole. The trip was a sort of nightmare obtains the lead, where he stands out 

of water, mud and packing, as with an of reach of quirt or stick, quietly eat- 

outfit of twenty-six horses it was sel- ing green grass, while the names he is 

dom that at least one was not mired, favored with roll off him like water 

when he had to be unpacked, rolled out off a duck's back. 

and repacked, only to make room for One horse which we once had with 

another. us seemed to have a great fondness for 

It is while an outfit is traveling that water, and if there were a stream or 

a man proves himself worthy or tin- lake anywhere near the trail he would 

worthy the name of guide. That he be in it, in spite of the most strenuous 

can take an outfit over a trail with efforts of everybody on the outfit. He 

which he is thoroughly familiar, or that gave his best performance one day 

he is a good hunter, proves nothing, when we were traveling along the 



shore of a big lake in the north. The 
stones probably hurt his feet, but what- 
ever the cause, he waded cut into the 
water until he could just swim, then 
turned and kept abreast of the pack- 
train, nor could curses nor stones make 
him come to shore, while any attempt 
to swim out and head him in he met 
by turning and swimming straight out 
into the lake. These tactics he kept 
up for eight miles, or until the trail led 

time. When the time does come to 
move the horses may be found so thor- 
oughly rested that they feel obliged 
to show it by distributing some of the 
packs through the timber, or by giv- 
ing their riders a good shaking up. 

In conclusion, let me say a word 
for the guides and packers. How often 
you hear complaints of them, some- 
times for very good reasons, to be 
sure, but how seldom do the people 


us back into the timber. It was not 
until later that we discovered that he 
had been carrying the sugar, and of a 
hundred pounds only eighteen were 
left us. 

Horses,- like men, cannot work day 
in and day out with the best results, 
and so they must be given a day's rest 
every five or six days if they are to be 
kept in shape. Of course, when the 
outfit is a hunting party these stops 
would be made anyway, for the sake of 
hunting, and camp will often not be 
moved for a week or ten days at a 

who make the complaints stop to think 
that, perhaps, the other side of the 
story might make interesting reading, 
and that while they see clearly the mote 
in the guide's eye they fail to see the 
beam in their own. The man in charge 
of an outfit has enough little worries 
of his own to bother him, worries all 
unknown to the rest of the party, with- 
out taking on his shoulders the burden 
of all the private troubles as well. 
Sometimes he is not pleasant company, 
but, after all, he is hired to do certain 
work, not as an entertainer. 



Illustrated by the Author 

Eastern Newfound- 
land westward to the 
extremity of the 
Alaskan peninsular, 
and from the bord- 
ers of the United 
States, northward to 
the ice-bound Arctic 
Sea, lies a vast ex- 
panse of territory 
'containing within its 
boundaries what to- 
day is the grandest 
and wildest wilderness of the world. 
It is a land whose population is less per 
square mile than in any other region 
of equal area. Many of its rivers teem 
with salmon, in numbers unequalled. Its 
higher latitudes afford a summer home 
for millions of water fowl. It contains 
the only refuge of the musk ox and 
wood bison. It produces the largest 
land carnivora in the world — the Kadiac 
bear ; and in the forests of Alaska, 
Alces gigas, the mightiest representa- 
tive of the deer family. Of all game 
animals, however, the one essen- 
tially characteristic and typical of the 
northern half of the North American 
Continent is the caribou, which is, ap- 
parently, in its Barren Ground form, 
identical with the reindeer of Europe 
and Asia. 

I say this advisedly, and for two rea- 
sons ; first, because of its almost unin- 
terrupted distribution throughout the 
whole area ; and, second, because, with- 
out it, thousands of Indians in the 
northern interior and Labrador could 

not exist. Few white men have wit- 
nessed ''la foule," the great migration 
of Barren Ground caribou, when mul- 
titudes of the animals cross the treeless 
tundras of sub-arctic America to the 
protection of the forests. Many of us, 
however, have hunted the larger and 
more accessible woodland species or its 
allied races, all the way from the Frazer 
River in British Columbia to the island 
of Newfoundland. 

The woodland caribou, scattered as 
it is over such a broad expanse of terri- 
tory, presents naturally enough, varia- 
tions sufficiently marked to warrant its 
division into several varieties or sub- 
species. That of Newfoundland (Rang- 
ifcr Terranovce, Bangs) is easily dis- 
tinguished from the others by a lighter 
color, and the formation of the antlers, 
the latter being comparatively short and 
massive, with prongs pointing forward 
and slightly inward. They are also often 
quite erroneously credited by sports- 
men as possessing greater size, both 
in body and antlers, than Rangifer Car- 
ibou (Gmel.) of Ontario and Eastern 
Canada. I believe this impression is 
due to the fact that on the island the 
animals are extremely numerous, they 
may be hunted on the open barren hills, 
and consequently, if well posted, an in- 
different shot may select from many 
the very largest and finest specimens. 
On the other hand, throughout the 
dense timbered forests of the mainland, 
a hunter's choice is limited. He must 
take what he sees, and that quickly. 
The very first bull presenting a pass- 
able head gear is worthy game. The 


2 3 8 


writer has passed by many a fair head 
with merely a passing glance in New- 
foundland, the sight of which in New 
Brunswick or Quebec would have been 
the signal for an anxious stalk. Hence 
we must not condemn Rangifer Caribou 
as being inferior to R. Terranovcc, 
simply because our hunting trip in pur- 
suit of the latter proved the more sue- 

either event, many generations must 
have elapsed since this separation from 
the parent stock took place, for the 
caribou of to-day present several dis- 
tinctive variations from the continental 

At present they are abundant — more 
so, perhaps, than throughout any equal 
area in the world, a condition which is 


cessful ; for many an old bull roams 
the forest of Eastern Canada fully as 
heavy and well antlered as the best from 
the island. 

It is possible that the caribous from 
Newfoundland have sprung from stock 
which originally immigrated from the 
peninsula of Labrador, either by swim- 
ming the Straight of Belle Isle or cross- 
ing it on the ice floes. But it is more 
probable that at one time the island 
formed part of the continent itself, the 
herds finding easy access across a nar- 
row isthmus to the north. However, in 

merely the result of natural laws. The 
"struggle for existence" is not arduous, 
for many of those factors which regu- 
late "Nature's balance" are absent, and 
the scales weigh heavy on the side of 
the caribou. Over thirty thousand 
square miles of moss-covered barrens 
afford unsurpassed pasturage. Further- 
more, Newfoundland winters are far 
milder than those of equal latitude on 
the mainland, no doubt partly due to its 
insular position, partly to the moder- 
ating influences of the Gulf Stream. 
Indians are rapidly dying off ; and 



wolves arc at present extremely rare. 
Only once has the writer found signs 
of wolves, and that was up among' the 
very sources of the Exploits River. 
These are a few of the natural causes 
which combine to offset the disastrous 
results of that relentless midwinter 
slaughter by the fisherman. This great 
annual killing takes place during Feb- 
ruary and March, when the wind-swept 
snow fields are packed hard and firm 
for traveling. It is a deplorable event, 
but almost without remedy even by 
legislative enactment. People who are 
well nigh destitute must live, and plenty 
of venison solves a problem vital to 
their very ex- 
istence. The 
worst fea- 
ture however, 
is not the 
number o f 
animals actu- 
ally killed and 
"packed out" 
for use. Vast 
numbers o f 
poorly nour- 
ished carcas- 
ses are left 
untou c h e d 
and thou- 
sands escape 
to die of their 

wounds. The fishermen's fire arms are 
archaic in design, loaded with a varied 
assortment of projectiles, ranging all 
the way from buckshot to iron balls. 
When a volley is fired into a fleeing 
herd of caribou — well, the reader may 
imagine results. 

Good guides in Newfoundland are at 
a premium and the sportsman who suc- 
ceeds in engaging one may be reason- 
ably certain of a successful trip. The 
great majority, however, are neither 
guides by occupation nor hunters by 
instinct, but cod fishermen from the 
coast, who know little of the country 
beyond the immediate horizon of their 
homes, and absolutely nothing of the 
art of big game hunting. Lacking in 
alertness, intensity and enthusiasm ; 


dull, phlegmatic, mentally dwarfed, the 
fisherman possesses few of those finer 
sensibilities so essential to a true hunter. 
But give him a dollar a day and some 
tea, pork, flour and "baccy," and he 
will carry your heaviest pack without 
a murmur. He will wade the iciest 
river without a grumble. He will 
smile while facing the greatest hard- 
ships of the wilderness. His strength 
is that of endurance and his very best 
efforts are offered with a cheerful will- 
ingness rarely equalled. If the fisher- 
man makes but an indifferent hunter, as 
a faithful companion, and as a man, 
he has won my lasting respect. The 

reader will 
a p p r ec iate 
this slight tri- 
bute to the 
N ewfonnd- 
lander should 
lie ever be lost 
in the interior 
without food 
and the blind- 
ing sleet driv- 
ing across the 
barrens. It is 
danger which 
draws togeth- 
er the hearts 
of men. 

his guide's limitations, before landing 
on the island a sportsman should 
know something of the caribou, be- 
yond a general knowledge of hunting 
moose or deer ; for the former is an ani- 
mal of totally different habits. Moose 
and deer are semi-aquatic during the 
heat of the summer time, and may be 
seen right in broad daylight in num- 
bers along almost any wild waterway 
in Maine or New Brunswick. New- 
foundland caribou, on the other hand, 
seek the protection of thick spruce for- 
ests during fly time, emerging at dusk 
to browse over the barrens. The cool, 
dark shades of the woods afford for 
them the same protection from flies as 
do ponds and waterways for deer. 
Many failing to realize this, journey to 



the island in August, only to return 
with unsatisfactory reports. Now, there 
are more live stags during August than 
later on, but the method of hunting 
them is different, requiring in the high- 
est degree every art known to the still 
hunter. He should be afoot in the 
morning at the very first break of dawn, 
while at sunset he should select some 
favored spot where the sign is good, 
and there watch until darkness ob- 
scures the sights of his rifle. Too many 

out the danger of ruining a good lo- 
cality ; but of this more anon. Another 
precaution to be observed during this 
period when the animals are locally dis- 
turbed is the necessity of a quiet camp. 
of lighting only the smallest fires, and 
then only for cooking purposes. Such 
extraordinary precautions may seem 
absurd to the reader who has hunted 
white-tailed deer, and I do not contend 
that they are absolutely essential to 
success for summer caribou hunting. 


sportsmen of little experience in New- 
foundland ramble about during the 
day's heat, tracking up the country, 
only to return to camp disheartened, 
without a single glimpse of game. In 
August such a practice is fatal, for a 
caribou at the very first scent of a 
man's fresh tracks will clear out for 
parts unknown. At that time the bulls 
are fat, lazy and sluggish in habits. 
Rarely roaming far from their beds, 
they are certain to stumble upon the 
hunter, should the latter hunt in the 
right way. Later on, when they are 
traveling the open barrens, one may 
walk his 15 or 20 miles each day with- 

But as an illustration of their import- 
ance, I well recall my first trip into 
the Southwest Gander Region. It was 
during August. I started with two 
young friends, quantities of provisions, 
three tents, three guides and four 
"packers" — a discouragingly elaborate 
outfit. Our first camp was pitched in 
an excellent "stag country," on the 
shore of George's Pond, and on the 
very first day out two good bulls were 

* I have used the terms bull and stag inter- 
changeably, the former being the name generally 
used by hunters in Canada, the latter in Newfound- 



killed. During five subsequent days 
not a single pair of antlers was even 
sighted. Pushing on up stream we 
camped on the 24th in a spruce thicket 
by the bank of Butt's Brook. That 
very evening, before pitching the tents, 
three of the party each had a caribou, 
and five more first-rate heads were seen. 
A week later, after six days of fruit- 
less effort, and some eighty or ninety 
miles apiece of useless tramping, we 
started for Middle Ridge, our final 
destination. More caribou were seen 

journey to the highlands. The great 
autumn gathering has commenced. 
This is the time for the man with a 
gun, who is also anxious to be on the 
spot during the very best period of the 
open season. The velvet has rubbed 
off and the fat venison still untainted 
by the rut is in prime condition. It is 
the merest murder to kill a stag during 
the "running" season in October, after 
which, in November, they are poor, 
thin creatures at best, while in De- 
cember no trophies are carried on their 


the day of our arrival than during the 
remainder of the trip. Subsequent ex- 
perience has proved that first hunt to 
have been planned in utter disregard 
of the habits of the very animals we 
sought. I have since come to the con- 
clusion that its success was due solely 
to hard work and fair shooting, to which 
might be added a goodly proportion 
of blind luck. 

Early in September barrens previous- 
ly deserted are seen to be dotted with 
little groups of does and yearlings 
feeding about, and a week or so later 
(after a drenching rain) the stags, with 
newly peeled and polished antlers, trot 
proudly from their summer homes and 

heads. Strange as it may seem, the 
oldest animals sheet their antlers during 
November, three or four year olds a 
month or so later, while does have been 
known to carry their sharp little horns 
well into spring. With their arrival on 
the open country the caribou's habits un- 
dergo a marked change. They are no 
longer the quiet, seclusive, nocturnal 
and locally disturbed animals that we 
sought during the fly season, but wan- 
derers, always traveling, constantly 
roaming from place to place, often 
many miles in a single day. As a conse- 
quence, the sportsman may pitch a 
large, comfortable home camp, he may 
tramp for miles at pleasure, and at 



nightfall enjoy the warmth of the 
largest fire with impunity. Earlier in 
the season such indiscretions might de- 
populate a good locality within a week. 
It is a grand sight in September to lie 
on the summit of some hill and look out 
over scattered herds passing to and fro 
below. It is a thrilling moment when 
some fine bull, previously hidden among 
bushes, suddenly rises, shaking his ant- 
lers in the sunlight. You watch him 
for a moment through the glasses. You 
compare him witn another over yonder, 
or perhaps a third or fourth already 
on the field. Per- 
chance he takes the 
"lead," passing by 
the foot of your 
hill ; if so, there is 
a hurried scramble 
down among the 
huckleberries, t o 
the shelter of a 
friendly rock be- 
low. Nothing in 
the whole realm 
of big game hunt- 
ing is more trying 
to the nerves than 
that brief interval, 
those few minutes 
of suspense spent 
while waiting for 
a bull to reach 
your ambush. But 
let him pass by — 
poor brow antlers ; 
now he strides by 
you can hear the 


not 20 yards away ; 

clack, clack of his 
hoofs on the hard "lead," and a moment 
later, catching the scent, he is off along 
the trail like a runaway locomotive. 
There is another feeding on the moss 
with some -does half a mile to wind- 
ward, and you prepare for a long crawl 
among the bushes. Mind the wind, and 
he is easily stalked. It is a failing com- 
mon to the race. Should he, however, 
be walking at a brisk gait, a far dif- 
ferent problem is presented. I recall 
with some chagrin several occasions 
when I tried to catch up with a "travel- 
ing" caribou, keeping the while under 

cover. In each instance I had the mor- 
tification of watching a good head liter- 
ally walk away out of sight, without 
having seen, heard or scented the slight- 
est danger. A long semi-circular de- 
tour to leeward, made at a fast sprint, 
is, in such an event, far preferable to a 
stern chase with poor cover. 

Aside from this marked contrast in 
the caribou's habits during the period 
immediately preceeding and following 
the peeling of their antlers, there is 
another question of much general mis- 
apprehension, and yet one of equal im- 
portance from the 
sportsman's view- 
point, namely, their 
annual fall migra- 

If the reader will 
glance at a map of 
the colony, he will 
notice on its west- 
ern coast a penin- 
sula stretching one 
hundred and fifty 
miles northward to 
the southern ex- 
tremity of Labra- 
dor. In this vast 
tract thousands of 
the animals spend 
!? the summer months. 
When September's 
first frosts nip the 
vegetation, they 
commence to move 
southward, crossing the railroad within 
or near the comparatively small area be- 
tween Grand Lake and Gold Cove. From 
September 15 until well into November 
an almost continuous procession passes 
through the regions around Sandy 
Pond, Birchy Lake, or the Humber, 
and, naturally enough, it is to such lo- 
calities as these that the majority of 
sportsmen repair. In fact, three-fourths 
of the non-resident hunters (a conser- 
vative estimate) pitch their camps with- 
in forty miles of Howley Station. The 
result of this is obvious. Herds which 
are accustomed to cross the railroad 
regularly each autumn have been ex- 




amined with the glasses and sorted over 
so often that many of the real old bulls, 
the white-necked partriarchs of forty 
or forty-five points, have fallen. Small 
deer are still abundant, but the migra- 
tion hunter, after seeing fifty to one 
hundred every day of his trip, is sur- 
prised at the very small proportion of 
really good heads to inferior ones. This 
prevailing' notion that all the caribou 
migrate is incorrect. The whole central 
and southern interior contains the year 
around thousands of non-migratory 
animals, or those which, as a result of 
the railroad's pernicious influence, have 
willingly forsaken their old-time custom. 
Consequently they have escaped the 
murderous fusillade around Grand Lake. 
During the summer of 1901 the writer, 
when poling up a stream in a locality 
considerably south of the centre of the 
island, jumped six well antlered bulls 
in one afternoon. In a three weeks' 
trip the proportion of fair heads was 
about one in five or six to the total 
number seen. Hunting along the north- 
ern line of the railroad during the mi- 
gration, this proportion, it is safe to 
estimate, would have been about one in 
thirty or forty. 

A journey into the interior is, of 
course, more of a task than a comfort- 

able paddle down Grand Lake or up 
the 1 Lumber River, but, after all, it is 
only the difficulties to be overcome 
which make big game hunting a sport. 
Aside from their wonderful powers of 
scent, caribou are stupid beasts at 
best, easily stalked and far inferior to 
white-tailed deer in acuteness. They 
may be killed by any inexperienced 
hand who has pluck enough to climb 
the hills. The real hunter, however, 
the man who appreciates success only 
after sustained effort, who desires more 
than a mere target for his rifle, will 
shoulder his pack and strike off into the 
wilderness of the interior. There he 
will behold a glorious panorama stretch- 
ing away to the horizon ; a country of 
lakes and rocky ridges, of rolling bar- 
rens and thick spruce forests, where 
the trails are still untrodden. He will 
listen to the honk of wild geese flying 
to the feeding grounds, and at night- 
fall he will hear the sudden splash of 
beaver working in the ponds. Should 
he look carefully he may see a bear 
feeding among the blueberries, or, per- 
chance, a lynx slinking off among the 
shadows. But, above all, he will 
find the heards still unmolested, and 
whitenecked stags roaming the open 




The stars are nomads, and they march 

In silent troops by night ; 
The stars are nomads, and they march 

With links of flaming light. 


Over the world and under the world, 
An endless journey they make; 

Over the world and under the world, 
Until the bright day break. 




ANY tributes to the 
dog have been 
written and uttered 
by better known 
lovers of canines 
than myself, but no 
more ardent ad- 
mirer of the Collie, 
or students of their breeding, gets more 
pleasure out of it to the square inch than 
I ; but I shall not try to write a history 
of this noble animal, or a treatise on his 
breeding ; my intentions are to tell of 
him as a friend and companion. 

The rough-coated Scotch Collie is 
one of the most popular dogs among 
canine fanciers and breeders in Eng- 
land or America. The columns of any 
dog journal bristle with the business an- 
nouncements of breeders. Suburban, 

urban and country folks are learning 
of the true value and usefulness of this 
splendid animal. Hie is a friend and 
trusty servant anywhere. Many lovers 
of Collies have begun the work of rear- 
ing and breeding them because of the 
great demand for these dogs. Mr. Sam- 
uel Uttermeyer has spent nearly $25,000 
during the last three years in building up 
a choice kennel of Collies. Most of his 
importations have come from England 
and Scotland, where the cream of the 
breed nourish. I cite this as an instance 
to verify my assertion about the Col- 
lie's popularity. 

Breeding Collies and producing good 
ones is a business, as is the producing 
of good horses or other live stock. Good 
prices are realized for twelve weeks' old 
puppies, brood matrons and young stud 




clogs. Puppies range in price from 
fifteen dollars up ; brood bitches and 
grown dogs bring twenty-five dollars, 
for the generally good specimen, up to 
two and three hundred for the best class 
of them. 

want to be carried low, and when the 
dog is on the lookout they want to be 
elevated well up, yet the tips should 
tip over even and gracefully. General 
Collie conformation, as shown in the 
picture of Champion Balgreggie Hope, 


The finest point about a Collie is 
his head and expression, as breeders 
call it. A dog with an elegant coat and 
general Collie form, but without a good 
head, is not worth much, according to 
tiie fanciers. The head is moderately 
wide and skull flat, with a clean cut 
mouth and rather lengthy over all. Ears 

is necessary to the perfectly finished 
Collie. In coat he must be very heavy 
and long. The frill about his neck must 
be long and beautiful. Collies are either 
golden sable and white or tri-color, i.e., 
black, with white and tan markings on 
frill, breast, legs, head and ears. The 
sable and white Collies are the most 


popular in this country, as well as in 
their native land, because of their ex- 
treme beauty. The white markings to 
be valuable must be a full, wide collar, 
white tip of tail, blaze in the face, white 
markings on legs, frill and breast. The 
more perfect these markings, other 
qualities being good in proportion, the 
more valuable the animal. 

I have been impressed greatly, dur- 
ing my few years' experience with Col- 
lies, with their extreme intelligence. 
Having kept and bred Fox Terriers and 
Bostons previously, makes me love the 
Collie the more. Nothing that has come 
to my notice concerning either the Fox 
Terrier or the Bostons has been disad- 
vantageous to them. There is an in- 
describable something that fascinates 
one to a Collie above all others. He 
loves to obey. It has been bred into 
them so long that it is a fixed char- 
acteristic. He can so attach himself 
to you that nothing would ever let you 
part from him. Imagine a dog with in- 
telligence enough to bring your boots, 

close or open a door, always bring in 
the morning paper and love an out-door 
walk with master or mistress. News- 
paper incidents of a dog's smartness 
pale beside the daily duties of a faithful 
Collie. Any breeder or dog fancier 
loves his Collie best — the warm corner 
in the heart is reserved for him ! Why ? 
Because he reciprocates. He will not 
stand a cuffing nor a kick — a sharp 
word of rebuke is more than enough to 
correct him. It may be this tenderness 
of heart that makes him so affectionate. 
The time to get a Collie is when he is 
eight months' old. If he is much older 
it takes too long to win him. An old 
Collie pines for old friends as a rule. 
Recently the writer had occasion to 
purchase a half interest in a dog four 
and one-half years old. He had two 
masters in England before he was nine 
months old. Inside of six months more 
he has two masters in this country and 
then was sold to a western breeder, 
from whom I purchased an interest. He 
hardly knew who his master was and 




he was so friendly with all that one day 
I thus lost him. He was gone for about 
a week, and I was advertising far and 
wide for him. Then a newspaper man 
learned my story and gave me a half- 
column, scare-head story, which un- 
earthed him ten miles from home. The 
finder telephoned me about him, quoting 
the newspaper description verbatim. 1 
thought he had a dog like mine — in 
fact, from his being so positive, I be- 
gan to doubt. Only sixty clues had 
been run to earth fruitlessly during the 
previous week. The idea of talking to 
the Collie over the telephone finally 
came to me, and the finder placed the 
receiver to his ear, after getting him 
up on a chair. Here is the conversa- 
tion between the Collie and myself: 

"Bob," I said, "do you know me?" 

No answer, but the gentleman who 
had him, says, "You ought to see the 
look on his face.'' 

''Bob, old man, where are you. Don't 
you know me? Come, speak up!'' 

A low, lingering whine and half a 
bark was the answer. I knew it was 

When he was brought home that 
afternoon the finder said he was very 
restless and uneasy from the time he 
heard me till he was brought into my 
office. His trip was such a hard one 
and he was so tired, that it cured him 
of further escapades. I've had no 
trouble since. This only goes to show 
that Collies should be taken for com- 
panions when young. They are never 
in doubt then about the location of 

The Collie is essentially an outdoor 
dog. He does not care too much for 
indoor pampering. In the winter my 
companion lies under my writing table 
in the library during the evenings. Out- 

side this he likes outdoors. He always 
sleeps with other dogs in the kennels 
or stable at night. I rise early and take 
them all for a run every agreeable 
morning. When a man likes a tramp 
through the woods or across country, 
he can take no better companion than 
one or two alert Collies. I generally 
take them all, but if I were cramped 
into smaller quarters I should have one 
or two anyhow. 

A few words on general care : In all 
favorable weather wash the dog once 
a month, and in summer once each 
week. Feed him twice daily of cooked 
food. Do not keep him too fat. Good 
muscular condition and a smart, alert 
Collie are not the result of too much 
feed. Once a week give a half tea- 
spoonful of powdered sulphur in a pan 
with some milk. It keeps his bloocl in 
fine condition. Use a medicated ani- 
mal soap when washing him. Disinfect 
the kennel with crude carbolic acid once 
a month. In fall and winter, when 
washing is out of the question, owing 
to the unfavorable weather, dust him 
through all his dense coat with a tobac- 
co dust powder. It is a fine method of 
keeping his skin clean and insects off 
after contact with other dogs. Have 
him clipped in summer if convenient, 
and let him go on the vacation with 
you. He will love the water and it will 
be a sin to leave him home. 

"Once owner of a Collie, always an 
owner," is an old but true saying. No 
circumstances will prevent the keeping 
of a Collie after they have once won 
you. We know the truth of this in a 
dozen instances. They are the pride of 
every one who possesses them and will 
always be first in the heart of a strong 
man or woman who is fond of the dumb 
but true. 



Automobile photographs are always welcomed by the Editor of this depart- 
ment. They should be sent on approval to Willard Nixon. 


J. Scott Montagu, a very prominent Eng- 
lisn automobilist, has been promoting an or- 
ganization called the Considerate Driving 
League, the obiect being of course to compel 
automobilists to refrain from outraging the 
feelings of others using the highways. It is 
very easy for an automobilist to keep well 
within the law and yet at the same time to be 
a public nuisance. Following are the rules 
of the league : 


i. Through towns and villages. 

2. When approaching cross roads or turning 

3. When passing schools, cottages and churches. 

4. On dusty or muddy roads when passing 
cyclists or pedestrians. 

5. When meeting or overtaking lady cyclists; 
and do not steer too close to them. 

6. When entering a main road from a side road. 

7. When you see a drunken man on the road. 

8. When passing any live animals on the road, 
cows, sheep, dogs, etc. 


1. When an accident of any kind occurs, whether 
your fault or not. Render all the assistance in 
your power, and, as a safeguard against future 
proceedings, ascertain the names and addresses of 
a few witnesses. 

2. When you see any likelihood of a horse be- 
coming restive. If necessary, do this even before 
the driver holds up a warning hand. 


1. That other road users may do the wrong thing, 
i.e. , a driver may pull the wrong rein, or a pedes- 
trian hesitate and try several courses. 

2. That it is your business, not the other man's, 
to avoid danger. The road is free for all; there- 
fore be courteous and considerate, and ahviys drive 
like a gentleman. 

A writer to one of the English papers crit- 
icizing the organization, objected to the clos- 
ing lines italicized, and wanted to know if 
Mr. Montagu thought automobilists were 
gentlemen or not. I think most readers of 
Recreation who have seen much of auto- 
mobiling, will appreciate that a great many 
drivers of automobiles do not always give 
the impression that they are gentlemen, or 
anything approximate to that class. I think 
I am not putting it too strong when I say 
that the average automobilist sins too much 
and too often. This is not due to any in- 

herent meanness or arrogance, but to thought- 
lessness or preoccupation. The average auto- 
mobilist is not too skilful and has to watch 
his machine pretty carefully, and consequent- 
ly, often without knowing it, he throws dust 
all over pedestrians and horse-ow'ners, steers 
perilously close to cyclists and other users of 
the highway, and commits numberless little 
acts which annoy and irritate others. As- 
suming that every automobilist is keeping 
within the speed limit, the above stated rules 
express exactly the spirit in which every au- 
tomobilist should drive his car, and form as 
perfect a set of rules of the road as might be 


The fact that the American team did not 
bring back with them the envied trophy 
should not give occasion for any gloomy re- 
grets. To my mind the difficulties in the 
way of an American car winning the Gordon- 
Bennett Race have not and are not properly 
appreciated by most automobilists. I did not 
expect that the American team would win, 
only hoped they would make a good show- 
ing, which they certainly did. Lyttle in his 
Pope-Toledo car finished the race, being 
placed twelfth, and though this may not seem 
to the casual reader any special cause for sat- 
isfaction, it is really so, for the course was 
an unusually difficult one, even for a Gordon- 
Bennett course — by far the most difficult one 
ever held, and yet this year was the first 
time the American car has ever won a place. 
Although Dingley, in the other Pope-Toledo, 
owned by Mr. Muir, of Kentucky, was com- 
pelled to retire in the first round, Track in 
the Locomobile, who started last , finished 
nearly three out of four rounds, and would 
have done a great deal better than this had 
he had an opportuniy to drive his racing car 
over the course, so as to familiarize himself 
with the turns and grades. He also had the 
misfortune to break a gear before the race, 
thus starting crippled, yet his car did not 
break down during the contest and he was 
still running when the race was over. I con- 




sider this the best showing made by any 
American team, and we have perhaps taken 
a longer step forward than we realize at 

In everything that has been printed about 
the race after its completion, nothing has been 
said about the sportsmanship of Mr. Muir 
and Dr. Thomas, who were the only private 

American cars. To those not understanding 
the situation it may be said that the race 
this year was held over mountainous coun- 
try, and the pace was so terrific that the 
tires could hardly stand up for more than a 
single circuit of the course. All of this was 
anticipated by the French, Germans and Eng- 
lish, who had large corps of tire repair men 


owners to enter racing cars in the big contest. 
There were eighteen starters, three of them 
American cars, yet two out of these three 
were entered by private individuals. Surely 
their enthusiasm should have some recog- 
nition ! 

American manufacturers have realized 
thoroughly what an expensive and difficult 
proposition it is to build racing cars of any 
kind, but to design one or more cars specially 
for this race, and to send the same abroad 
at great expense, to fight against a forlorn 
hope, is more than they care to tackle. Mr 
Muir and Dr. Thomas deserve praise for 
their patriotism, and if there were more 
of this sort of thing we would have a better 
chance to win the coveted international 

One thing more should be touched on, and 
that is the progressiveness of the Diamond 
Rubber Co., who sent a small force of repair 
men to France to take care of the tires on the 

on hand. When a car came into a control, 
and it looked as if the tires had worn a 
little, the repair men went at it, four to each 
wheel, gashed the tires, ripped them off the 
machine, and put on new ones. In one case 
all four tires were taken from a car, new 
ones put in and inflated — all in four minutes 
and 50 seconds. It seems incredible, but it is 

The machinery of automobile racing cars 
has become so reliable that tire trouble is 
more to be feared than anything else, and 
this the Diamond people appreciated when 
they sent over a corps of men, who will re- 
turn laden with experience which will be of 
vast benefit to them and thus to American 
cars in the coming Vanderbilt race. The 
slaughter of time in the Gordon-Bennett race 
was something terrific, and to the uninitiated 
it may seem absurd and unnecessary, but in 
reality it is just such strenuous testing of 
tires which enables the manufacturers to im- 



prove their product, and certainly no one 
will doubt that anything is more important 
than this one thing. It is possible to keep 
on making tires better and better. No firm 
can stand still and not progress. Although 
the Michelin tires were used on the first five 
cars finishing in the Gordon-Bennett, yet I 
am advised by a mechanic who was sent over 
by one of the American companies that the 
Palmer tires, made in England and used on 
the English cars, did better service than the 
Michelin, and were considered by those in 
the trade to have done the best work. The 
Diamond tires on the American cars did very 


It is greatly to be regretted that the list of 
entries for this event was not greater, as 
many manufacturers were not represented at 
all and the proportion of private owners was 
not large. At the same time, the tour was a 
great success, as the touring vehicles, both 
large and small, performed most creditably, 
it being specially noticeable that the time 
used in making roadside repairs was very lit- 
tle — much less than on any other long-dis- 
tance competition of a similar nature, thus 
proving the greatly increased reliability of 
American automobiles. It is most interesting 
to note that only two contestants failed to 
finish the run, one of these being the car 
driven by a lady, Mrs. Cuneo, of Long Island, 
which suffered an accident early in the run, 
and another, a foreign car, which was dis- 
abled in climbing Mt. Washington. At the 
finish but ten drivers claimed absolute free- 
dom from trouble, these being as follows : 

Augustus Post's White ; E. H. Fitch's 
White ; Ralph Colburn's Maxwell ; B. Bris- 
coe's Maxwell ; A. L. Pope's Pope-Toledo ; 
C. E. Walker's Pope-Hartford; George O. 
Draper's Packard ; Percy Pierce's Pierce ; R. 
E. Old's Reo, and S. B. Steven's Darraco. At 
the present writing it seems as if the Glidden 
Trophy would be awarded to Percy Pierce. 

One of the competitors, R. E. Olds, kept 
track of his expenses during the 1,000 mile 
trip, his record sheet in this connection being 
as follows : 

Gasoline and lubricating oil, $12.40, the cost 
per person being only $3.10, as against the 
round trip railroad fare over the same route 
of $25.00. 

Although the trip was a strenuous one, 
and each day's run was carried out in spite of 

the weather conditions, there were no special- 
ly unpleasant features, barring some delays, 
and accidents caused by the speeding of the 
contestants, and this tendency to race was 
the only regrettable feature of the competi- 
tion. There was a sufficient amount of reck- 
less driving to arouse considerable hard feel- 
ing in some towns along the route, and in one 
case several of the drivers were arrested for 
infraction of the speed regulations. 

Such competitions as the Glidden tour are 
supposed to work entirely for good, and 
racing should be strictly prohibited, and any 
competitor violating this rule should be dis- 


Records of experiences of automobilists are 
always interesting, but especially so when 
the cost of operation and maintenance is ob- 
tainable. Following are the statistics given 
by a Washington physician who has owned 
an Oldsmobile for two years and a half, 
during which time he has driven the car 14,- 
932 miles at a total cost of $524.46. In look- 
ing over the statistics, which show fine re- 
sults, it must be remembered that the car 
was driven over the exceptionally good 
streets of Washington, and that the car was 
handled with great care and examined regu- 
larly : 


First cost $650.00 

Miles traveled in 31 months 14,932 

Batteries $15.00 

Repairs " 15.00 

Gasolene " 85.25 

Tires " 109.15 

Depreciation in value in 31 months 2-^ first cost, 
or about $450. 

Automobile Horse 

First cost $650. $325 

Cost of keeping for 31 months. . . 524.46 775 

Depreciation in value 2-1 450. 215 

Number of miles traveled 14,932 9,000 

According to the estimate for depreciation, 
the car could only have been run another 12 
months, when it would be worn out, and 
this certainly seems a very liberal estimate, 
for, according to this, the car would then 
have been run only 19,740 miles, and, judg- 
ing from the conditions, it could be run much 
farther than this before its usefulness would 
be at an end. 

This doctor believes that the automobile is 
to be preferred to the horse, not only as £ 
matter of expense, but as a matter of con- 

Official Organ of the United States National Lawn Tennis Association 


The Dwight F. Davis International Trophy 
remains in England. The superior steadi- 
ness of the English players triumphed over 
greater American brilliancy. Our showing 
was not so good as all the followers of the 
game on this side of the water had reason 
to expect. Though game lights were made 
for several matches, and at least three times 
we had a bully chance to win, we were 
beaten out by failures at critical times to 
come tip to the mark. Earned failed mis- 
erably against Smith, and after the cup was 
lost, Clothier, who was substituted for Ward, 
fell an easy victim before the second English 
string. Both these matches we counted on 
winning, and should have won, with Ward 
and Larned at the top of their game. Elad 
we won them we might have been well 
satisfied with our record in losing the other 
three matches against the wonderful Dohertys 
by the close scores by which we were beaten. 
There is nothing now to do but wait an- 
other year, send over another team, and try 

Looking back it appears as though the 
men attempted too much on the other side. 
They were off their game when they started 
play in the International, and the fact that 
they got through the preliminaries without 
the loss of a match is little consolation. 
The opposing players, barring Brookes, were 
of no class. 

The default of Belgium brought the Ameri- 
cans against France in the opening tie. The 
selections of players resulted in the choice 
of Holcombe Ward and William J. Clothier 
for the singles against MM. Decougis and 
Germot, and of Holcombe Ward and Beals 
C. Wright in the doubles against the two 
French players. The draw for the first day 
brought Ward against Germot and Clothier 
against Decougis. 

While the conditions of play were all that 
could be desired, neither of the American 
players showed anything like the tennis they 
are capable of playing. Fortunately they did 
not have to display top form to win, and 
were able to carry off the two matches in 
straight sets without ever being in danger, 
although both players missed several com- 
paratively easy chances.. 

W r ard's service was so puzzling to Germot 
that he had the Frenchman off his game 
continually. Never did his opponent suc- 
cessfully solve the twist imparted to the 
ball by the American, and it was always 
safe to count on aces when it came our turn 
to serve. Had it not been for this there 
might have been trouble for the American 
champion. At times his short passing stroke 
got the ball past Germot with brilliancy ; 
but for consistency, aside from service, the 
Frenchman did rather the better work. 

Ward worked up the court very effectual- 
ly and was close to the net most of the 
time. On the contrary, M. Germot was kept 
at the base line pretty consistently. Twice 
during the match he was able to reach the 
net and show some strength, but his rallies 
were short and only four times in the first 
two sets were deuce games played. 

The first set went to Ward by a score of 
6-2. Each man scored on his own service, 
and Ward on his third. In the sixth game 
Ward volleyed effectively, and Germot scored 
a double fault that lost all chance for a 
rally. The seventh went to the American, 
and the eighth he won brilliantly by a clever 
backhand stroke. 

The second set was a repetition of the 
first, save that three services were inter- 
changed before Ward's volleying turned the 
tide his way. In the final set the American 
showed something of his true form and by 
wonderful cross-court work and accurate 
placing took the set 6-1. 

Clothier had a somewhat harder time 
against Decougis. The better of the French 
pair, Decougis in the first two sets made the 
score two all, three all, four all, but lost 
the ninth game at love each time. He then 
seemed to lose heart, and the tenth game 
was easy for Clothier both times. 

In the deciding set, Clothier seemed to 
gain confidence as Decougis lost mastery 
of his stroke. With the score three all, 
Clothier worked him for a double out, which 
he followed by missing an easy chance, and 
the American won the sixth game he needed 
without an effort. 

When Ward and Wright faced the French- 
men in the doubles they were even more 
ct sea than when playing singly.. W'ard's 




break service still puzzled them, and inter- 
changing with Wright's fast straight serves 
found them worse off. Wright played bril- 
liantly, far better than Ward, and the wonder 
is that their opponents were able to win 
the two games they did score in each set. 
Besides having an immense advantage in the 
disconcerted work of the French pair against 
their service, they varied their pace with 
splendid judg- 
ment, changed 
from volley to 
lob and back 
with puzzling 
frequency. A s 
the play pro- 
gressed, instead 
of gauging their 
play better, the 
French pair did 
rather poorer 
work, and their 
defeat was ap- 
parent in their 
half-hearted ef- 
fort when the 
match was half 

Having won 
the tie, there 
was little inter- 
est displayed on 
either side in 
the outcome of 
the third day's 
singles play. 
Germot won the 
second set from 
Clothier, the 
two making a 
very hard fight 
for it. Every 
game but three 
were deuce 
games and sev- 
eral went to 
deuce two and 
three times. 
Germot finally 
w o n 7 - 5 

through a bit of good placing along the side 
line each time from a difficult position by ex- 
cellent backhand strokes. 

Meantime, Australia was having about as 
easy a time with Austria. N. E. Brookes 
outplayed Kinzl decidedly, winning two sets 
and losing but a single game before he let 
up a bit. Kinzl then took two games 
straight in the third set, and this seemed to 
wake the Austrian up, for he took the next 
six games and the match without an effort. 

C. von Wessely got the start of A. F. 
Wilding by a streak of brilliancy after the 
colonial player had the games 4-1 in the first 

set. He took game after game without allow- 
ing the Antipodean a breathing spell. The 
second set reversed the order, but the 
Australian again struck his pace in the third, 
and made a game fight for the set. It was 
five games all before he weakened again and 
before he regained his pace he had lost the 
set and five games of another. His rally 
then was another brilliant display, but he 

lost an ace on a 
ball that struck 
just outside in 
the next game 
and scored a 
double out fol- 
lowing that 
cost him the 
game and the 

On the 
ond day 

1 n 


doubles. In the 
first set games 
were inter- 
changed, each 
winning their 
own service to 
the tenth game. 
With the games 
five all, the 
A u s t r a 1 i ans 
won their oppo- 
nents' service 
Brooke's b r i 1- 
liancy ; but the 
Austrians re- 
turned the com- 
pliment and it 
was six all. 
Austria won the 
vantage, but 
Australia even- 
ed it at seven 
all, then took 
the vantage 
game and the 
set by virtue of 
Brookes' fine play at critical moments. 

Austria made a lame effort for the second 
set, but put up another game fight for the 
third, coming within an ace of winning the 
vantage game with the score five all. A 
bit of hard luck cost them the following 
game and the match. 

Like the American-French series, there 
was nothing to the third day. Brookes again 
played brilliantly and won easily, while Kinzl 
made a good fight for the first two sets 
against Wilding. Then he lost his speed 
and the match in short order. 
Judged by the showing of the four teams 



in these the first ties, it appeared that 
Austria was the weakest of the four, and that 
while Wilding was of mediocre strength on 
the Australian team, Brookes' brilliancy gave 
them a chance to score against the Ameri- 
cans, though there appeared little chance of a 
win. This is how the tie worked out. 

Brookes played magnificent tennis, and 
Wright was quite up to his standard. The 
contest be- 
tween the two 
was the best of 
the tourna- 
ment, even in- 
cluding the fin- 
al title round. 
Wright's play 
was of the 
highest order, 
but that victory 
rested with him 
at the end was 
as much due to 
his great head- 
work as to any 
other fact. In 
America he. has 
frequent 1 y 
shown great 
work at fore- 
h a n d off 
ground strokes 
and volleying, 
but he has 
never shown 
such backhand 
work, while his 
strokes were 
amazing in 
their force and 
accuracy. „ 

He deter- 
mined at the 
start to keep 
Brookes in the 
back court. He 
drove at his 
feet, at his 
backhand and 

close to his body, and never appeared to mi r> 
his aim. On not more than live occasions 
during the matches did the Australian suc- 
ceed in reaching the net, but when he did he 
was splendid, but Wright lobbed and Brookes' 
overhead work was weak and Wright never 
allowed him to remain at the net long. 

Brookes took the lead at the start and had 
the games 5-4 in the first set, but Wright 
took the vantage game, but never could pre- 
vent Brookes from winning his service. With 
the score ten all, Wright broke through his 
service, then took his own game and the set. 

Again in the second set, Brookes led at 5-4, 


and Wright made it games all, but the Aus- 
tralian was not to be denied, and won the 
vantage and the following game and the set. 
Then followed a repetition of the first set, 
with the games all following each interchange 
of service until each had scored ten. Again 
Wright broke through the service and won 
his own game and the set. The trial proved 
too much for the Australian, while Wright's 

staying q u a 1 i- 
ties kept him to 
the fore. He 
games with his 
opponent, scor- 
ing the odd un- 
til the ninth. 
Then Brookes 
missed his 
chance to even 
it up, and the 
match went to 

Larned had no 
trouble at all in 
winning in 
straight sets 
from Wilding, 
and Brookes 
was not strong 
enough in the 
doubles to car- 
ry D u n 1 o p 
along to victory 
over Ward and 
Wright. They 
made a good 
fight in the sec- 
ond set, but 
lost 5-7. In the 
third set 7-5 for 
the Australians, 
but the Ameri- 
cans came into 
their own again 
in the fourth 
and won the 
match and tie 
Wright and Wilding agreed to decide 
their match in three sets, and Wright 
won the first two easily. Again Brookes 
played brilliant tennis against Larned, and 
it took all the ex-champion's skill to over- 
come him. 

The first set went longer than the match 
with Wright. It was give and take until 
games all had been called to twelve. In 
the fifteenth game it looked like a win for 
Brookes, since he had the vantage game and 
led 30-love, but Larned saved the game bril- 
liantly and the tie continued. On the twenty- 
fifth game Larned broke through and won 



Brookes' serve. He had no trouble in win- 
ning his own and the set 14-12. 

The next two sets he won handily ; the 
strain on Brookes telling then. The second 
was a love set, and the next might as well 
have been for all the effective resistance 
Brookes made. However, his stand was by 
long odds the feature of the entire tourna- 
ment, and none can claim higher honors. 

America thus came up to the title round 
after having a terrifically hard struggle in 
the final tie. Ward had had particularly hard 
work and was far from himself in several of 
the games. Larned at times, as in the game 
with Brookes, played brilliantly, but his old 
tendency to tail off at critical stages was 
still in evidence. It was a matter of doubt 
in the minds of many whether the ex- 
traordinarily good showing made by Wright 
in the early stages of play, as well as in 
the games preceding the international play, 
did not entitle him to consideration in the 
singles above one or the other of the men 
chosen, but so radical a step could hardly 
have been taken, all things considered. In 
the doubles, Ward and Wright were playing 
well, but Ward was not up to his standard, 
and there was really little expectation of 
victory when the title play came. 

Instead of Risely going in with H. L. 
Doherty in the singles, Smith was chosen, 
as his play in preliminary tournaments well 
merited. The Doherty brothers were, of 
course, the selection for the doubles, and 
quite up to their old standard, contrary to ex- 

Ward was not looked to for better than a 
hard fight against H. L. Doherty, and he 
made it. Larned was expected to win against 
Smith, and he failed signally. This ended 
all chance of America's winning. It looked 
at one stage as though Ward would win, 
since he took the first two sets from Doherty, 
playing the net .remarkably and volleying 
sharply to the sides, keeping the champion 
in the back court. Then Doherty's marvel- 
ous steadiness and strength told and he took 
two sets easily and made the crucial set a 
love win. 

At the start it was give and take, with the 
advantage finally breaking with Doherty at 5-4. 
Ward took the tenth game, but Doherty twice 
won vantage, but each time Ward blocked 
him. Then, in the fifteenth game, Ward 
broke through and followed with a win. 
The second set Doherty led to 4-3 when 
Ward evened it up and then broke through 
and again followed to a win. English fol- 
lowers of the game grew nervous, but 
the way Doherty solved the attack and 
took the offensive in the third set was mar- 

He allowed Ward one game in winning, 
and it was plain, when the American got 

but two games in the next set, that he had 
shot his bolt. Outs and nets followed each 
other rapidly, and seven double faults marked 
Ward's play. Meantime the deadly steadi- 
ness of Doherty's game sent the American 
further off, and there was never a chance in 
the deciding set to win. 

Meantime, Smith was spreadeagling Larned 
brilliantly. He was never headed in the 
first set and won 6-4. He took three suc- 
cessive games after Larned had him 4-3 in 
the next set. Then Larned awoke and got 
up to the net and ran the score to 5-2 in the 
third set. Then he faltered and Smith was 
able to take three games before the erratic 
American got down to earth again and took 
two games and the set. But he could not 
sustain the rally, and after leading 4-3 again 
in the fourth set he allowed Smith to regain 
the lead and then to win the match 6-4. 

There was small chance of an American 
victory after that. Ward and Wright made 
a great fight for it in the doubles on the 
second day, but lost through Ward's over- 
anxiety more than anything else. The first 
set went to America, and was the hardest 
fought of the tournament. The six players ex- 
changed games until the score reached eight 
all, with the Englishmen taking the odd 
each time. Game after game went to deuce 
and neither team missed a chance. Then 
Wright's great play broke through the Doher- 
ty's service and a brilliant placing of a smash 
won the next game and the set. 

Then the Americans weakened, and al- 
though Wright still played steadily, Ward's 
faults cost the next two sets. Then the 
Americans found their form again and took 
the next set. This brought the challengers 
the advantage of the service in the deciding 
set, and with their form regained the chances 
looked good for victory. 

They took the odd game, exchanging on 
their alternating services until each had six 
to their credit. Then Ward's double fault 
lost a chance, and the Englishmen took ad- 
vantage of the opportunity to take the lead 
40-30. They gave one opening an easy lob 
that Ward at the net might have killed easily, 
but overanxiety led him to strike too soon 
and he hit the net and lost the game. That 
broke the rally and the next game went easily 
to England, and with it the set and match. 

Ward, because of a family bereavement, 
retired on the third day, Clothier being 
courteously allowed to take his place. He 
managed to get one set from Smith, but was 
outclassed in the others. Then, when too 
late, Larned played brilliantly against Doher- 
ty, and after losing the first, took the next 
two sets, but he weakened again, and losing 
the fourth 6-4, went to pieces in the 
last, and all five points were scored against 



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Recreation is the Official Publication 
of the National Archery Association 


So long as the new moon returns in 
heaven a bent, beautiful bow, so long will 
the fascination of archery keep hold of the 
hearts of men. No weapon of warfare or 
of the chase, except, possibly, the spear, can 
boast of a higher antiquity than the bow. 
History is full of honored traditions relat- 
ing to archers and their achievements. Most 
of the gods and goddesses of the ancients 
were archers, and from the earliest ages to 
the present time poetry has been filled with 
references to the bow. It was the favorite 
weapon with nearly all savage tribes, and the 
prestige of the chiefs among these wild peo- 
ples depended upon their ability as archers. 
For many generations it was man's most ef- 
ficient instrument in hunting and his most 
deadly weapon in battle. The songs of the 
Hindu and Greek poets, the sculptures of 
Assyria and Persia, and the hieroglyphics of 
Egypt all bear testimony to an early and uni- 
versal use of the bow, while archeological re- 
search reveals to us, in the form of number- 
less iron and flint arrowheads, the evidence 
of the existence of races long since extinct. 

For centuries after the English took their 
first great lesson in archery from William 
the Norman, on the field of Hastings, the 
long bow and arrows were the weapons 
alike of noble and peasant, and their use was 
enforced by many rigorous statutes. The 
yeomen of England became the terror of the 
continent in battle, and the routing of the 
chivalry of France at Crecy and Agincourt 
testified to the superiority of archers over 
armored and mounted knights. The noble 
science of archery began ks decline when 
firearms became less cumbersome and defec- 
tive, but for nearly two hundred years it held 
its own in the struggle against the newer 
weapons, and not until about 1600 did the 
bow finally disappear from the battlefield. 

The practice of archery as a pastime has 
been popular in England ever since the days 
of its greatest glory, when Robin Hood, the 
bold outlaw and master bowman, and his 
merry clan roamed through the glades and 
glens of the king's woods, "where the game 
did most abound," as freebooters and troub- 
lers of the realm. Of course archery has 
never flourished in modern times with that 

vigor which it displayed when the bow held 
the supremacy among weapons of warfare, 
but it has yet, and always will have, many 
ardent promoters, and when the present pop- 
ular instruments of recreation are but mu- 
seum relics, the twang of the bowstring and 
the swift flight of the feathered shaft will 
still possess their fascination for the human 

The modern devotees of the bow include 
the best blood and culture of England, and 
the many public meetings are always attend- 
ed by enthusiastic audiences. English arch- 
ery meetings have often been on a scale of 
grandeur surpassed by no other public dis- 
plays of modern times. The spacious lawn 
respendent with brilliant targets and wav- 
ing banners, the playing of bands, the firing 
of cannon and the gayly dressed bowmen — ■ 
all combine to produce a very pleasing and 
festive occasion. A great revival of archery 
took place immediately after the founding of 
the Royal Toxophilite Society in 1781. We 
are, however, somewhat ignorant of the 
shooting ability of the early members of this 
famous society, as those who recorded the 
proceedings appear to have been more inter- 
ested in the excellence of the dinners than 
in the quality of the shooting. This wave 
of enthusiasm w r as soon stayed by war, but 
the period between 1820 and 1830 witnessed 
a wider and more permanent revival of the 
sport. The influence of this awakening of 
British bowmen extended to the United 
States, and the result was the formation, in 
1826, of the first American archery society, 
"The United Bowmen of Philadelphia," 
Which flourished for more than thirty years. 

In 1879 the publication of "Witchery of 
Archery," by the late Maurice Thompson, 
that enthusiastic archer and brilliant writer, 
aroused widespread interest in the pastime, 
and resulted in the organization of the Na- 
tional Archery Association of the United 
States, which has held an annual, tournament 
every year since its birth. 

The long range championship of the 
United States is contested for by gentlemen 
at the double "York Round," consisting of 
12 dozen arrows at 100 yards, 8 dozen at 80 
yards and 4 dozen at 60 yards. 




The short range championship is the 
double "American Round," consisting of 5 
dozen arrows at each range of 60, 50 and 40 

The ladies' long range championship is at 
the double ''National Round" — 8 dozen ar- 
rows at 60 yards and 4 dozen at 50 yards. 

The short range is at the double "Colum- 
bian Round" — 4 dozen arrows at each range 
of 50, 40 and 30 yards. 

tary Post in Washington, D. C, when on a 
wager by the Post-Commandant that she 
could not hit the "Gold" in three trial shots, 
she shot three consecutive arrows into the 
center of the "Gold." In a close contest be- 
tween two clubs the present champion, Mrs. 
Howell, made eleven consecutive "Golds." 

The many elegantly equipped athletic and 
country clubs in* this country would greatly 
increase their attractiveness by adding arch- 

Col. Ross Williams, Will H. Thompson, Rev. G. C. Spencer, L. W. Maxon. 

The highest records by American archers 
at national meetings are as follows : 

Double York Round ... 995. Col. Robt. Williams 

Double American Round. 1,097 .Mr. W. A. Clark. 

Double National Round.. 756. Mrs. M. C. Howell 

Double Columbia Round. 990. Mrs. M. C. Howell 

In the above Columbia Round Mrs. How- 
ell made 144 hits with 144 arrows, and in the 
American Round Mr. Clark made 179 hits 
out of 180 arrows. 

The remarkable scores made by some of 
the English and American lady archers prove 
that proficiency in shooting is not restricted 
to the gentlemen. No finer exhibition with 
bow and arrow was ever given by any bow- 
man than that by Mrs. Phillips at a national 
meeting on the parade ground of the Mili- 

ery to their lists of amusements, for there 
are few prettier sights than a row of brightly 
painted targets on a beautiful lawn, and no 
other form of outdoor recreation is produc- 
tive of such keen pleasure and exhilarating 
health. Those who once experience the de- 
lights of quiet practice on a private range, or 
the keener joy of a well-contested match in 
public, are not easily persuaded to abandon 
the bow. Sir Foster Cunliffe, the first presi- 
dent of the Royal British Bowmen, and an 
enthusiastic archer, in his records of that so- 
ciety's proceedings in 1787, says : "Many 
have taken up the bow with reluctance, but 
that reluctance soon vanishes, and is succeed- 
ed by a sort of fascination, that frequently 
people will practice from morning till night." 


Notwithstanding that the reports still come 
in of people with criminal instincts and self- 
ish and cruel dispositions, who dynamite fish 
in different sections of the country, and oth- 
ers who break game laws in various ways, 
the general reports from the whole of the 
United States show a steady improvement, 
due to the gradual education of the masses 
on the question of the preservation of the 
animal and vegetable life of our continent. 

In this line it is pleasant to know that 
Tennessee has a game and fish protective 
association which has issued an address 
to the people, urging the importance of the 
protection of our game and forests. The ob- 
ject of the association is largely educational, 
and this in itself shows wisdom on the part 
of the members, for our editorial baskets are 
full of accounts where justices of the peace 
have discharged prisoners, acknowledged 
guilty of infractions of the law, because these 
justices were not themselves educated up to 
the point of realizing the importance either 
of the game laws or the importance of obey- 
ing a law because it is a law. 

We have other incidents, and many of 
them, where the game wardens consider 
themselves in the light of makers of the law 
instead of officials who are appointed to en- 
force it, and who openly use their power ac- 
cording to their personal inclinations ; but 
we must expect these drawbacks, and they 
are trivial when taken in connection with the 
great progress made for game preservation. 

We would suggest to the Tennessee Game 
and Fish Protective Association that they ad- 
vocate sanctuaries to be located in the differ- 
ent parts of the state, where all game, at all 
times of the year, shall be protected. The 
gradual growth of the population of this 
country and the rapid exterision of farms and 
villages is usurping the former ranges of the 
wild creatures, and closed seasons and ordi- 
nary protective laws will be of little service 
in perpetuating the game animals unless 
some such scheme as here suggested is put 
in practice, not only by the United States, 
but by the individual states. 

The success of the Yellowstone Park as a 
game farm for producing animals for the 
surrounding country should be and is a prac- 
tical demonstration of what would happen 
had we such sanctuaries located all over the 
country as breeding places for 'birds and 

beasts. It is not intended that we shall be 
understood to advocate a reservation in each 
state of tracts as large as the Yellowstone 
Park; but every state has land enough to 
spare for small reservations or parks to be 
distributed in the various counties. If there 
are many of these reservations each one 
could be but of a few acres in extent. Ten- 
nessee, with its wild, mountainous country, 
has land particularly adapted both for forest 
preserves and for game preserves. 

The Spokane (Wash.) Spokesman Rcvi